The elders discussed several options for me. My grandfather sent me to a psychiatrist who diagnosed a social anxiety disorder, which was a politically...correct way of saying that I was afraid of people. The doctor's solution was prescriptions of Prozac and Valium combined with talk therapy, where I felt compelled to ramble on about my childhood. I didn't see the value in those $600-hour sessions, but I couldn't object to Papi spending his own money if he insisted on it.Dr. Wildare was a. Oh fuck your cunt feels good, hot and tight.Yea, fuck my pussy, fuck me good. Push your hard dick into my tight cunt. Your cock feels better then I imagined. JJ began to increase the pace, tightening her cunt muscles each time she slid down my cock. Reaching up I grabbed perky tits, rolling the nipples between my finger and thumb. Her pace continued to increase. Pulling JJ towards me I began sucking on her tits. My tongue flicked her nipples before I sucked them into my mouth. JJ ground her. The next morning I did it again… every morning doingit and the feeling in my cock was getting morepleasurable. It didn’t take long at all for it to spurtout and I was quickly hooked on masturbating. I wasafraid to do it any other time of day and only did itearly in the morning before everyone else got up… orso I thought.My aunt moved in with us about the time that I wasreally getting in to a regular morning routine. What Ididn’t know was that she liked getting up really. Oh, I dated a few boys that I was buddies with so as to portray awholesome image, but I did not know what kind of girl that I wanted tobe. I stayed busy in the church where I found out that I loved singingsolos and in the choir. Glendale Methodist Church had a youth andcollege/career department that led the Sunday Night Service by singingand performing musicals and skits where I met my best friend, JasonMichael McGillicutty. He was a redheaded hazel eyed Irish who was theman that I should have.