For those who have not read my first story of how I self torture my self for sexual orgasms I will give a brief synopsis of me and what I like to do b...fore I continue with my recent self torture.-My name is Debbie and I'm a 49-year-old white divorcee. I am 5 foot 7, 148 pounds. I have green eyes, shoulder length brown hair. My measurements for those who want to know are you know 38C -29- 38. I used to trim my pubic hair but now I shave completely clean.I've had a few male friends in the past. Any free moment they had was taken up by lovemaking fueled by sheer lust and passion for each other. He smiled reminiscing about the events at McKinley’s and later at the hotel. Watching his Susan in the embrace of Christine had been highly arousing to say the least. Seeing the things she had done to Christine, and Christine did to her would forever be imprinted in his memories. Mark had heard Susan awaken and get into the shower. Thinking of her under the gentle stream of water caressing. He was my brother.But still I said nothing.Matt got braver. He moved his hand to the front of my denim shorts and rested it on my crotch. I squirmed when I felt him start to move his hand up and down. He had to feel the heat. It began to make me wet.Fuck, I was getting wet for my brother.All at once, his hand pulled back and left my shorts. I wanted to shout at him in frustration, but then that would have been crazy. The absolute last thing I should want was my brother's hand back exactly where. I removed my towel tip of my semi erect penis was outside the underwear band and I thought chakri’s eyes will pop out seeing my penis. I was facing me I adjusted my penis inside the underwear and wore pant & shirt left for the office.That evening when I came from the office chakri finished his work and about to leave. I told him to stay in my quarters that night on some pretext and told him that I informed this to his mother who was a attender in my office. He was more than happy to stay with.