He heeds the advice, but still doesn't leave. He decides to approach and confront Shelly, who still seems to be uncaring about whats going on.As Randy...gets closer, he turns to Scott, and his fist forms. Scott can see it too. Shelly has clearly been drugged. There are needles all over the floor near the pair, and Shelly has a vacant look in her eyes. She nearly collapses to the floor as Professor Owens lets her go and turns to stare at Randy. Anger is clear in his eyes, and he grabs a nearby. Today was that last straw, the last bit of weight to urge me to just sit down longer than a jerk session and tell you about primeC, which is me and the messed up adventures i have put myself in or found myself in over the past 20yrs. Heres goes ye tail.To adjust the scene for you, i'm "THAT GUY" that guy you cant understand why ladies love, that guy with too much of everything you desire, that guy that you call when you absolutely need something done about something and nobody else can achieve. I tried to bring my usual fantasies to the fore, but with Helen looking on, it was a little difficult. Despite her presence, I almost felt like I was performing for her and as a result I felt less and less aroused. My cock became limper, and I shrugged a bit abashedly."Something wrong?" Helen asked, as I pulled my hand away from my cock."I just feel a little, uncomfortable." I grimaced; now very aware of the fact that I'd just been masturbating in front of a woman I wasn't exactly sure would. When ever i used to see my brother i used to get the memory of my boy friend’s dick.my brother was young n fresh he was neatly shaved.my mother and i was so close that we took bath together sometimes.i shared everything with my mother.she was very open minded person who allowed me everthing to do.we were facing money problems but my boy friend gave me money so the money problem was removed.One night we were sleping together i just got awaked n saw that my brother was masturebating.he saw me.