I sobbed quietly. "Don't cry Rachael." The sound of his voice made me nauseous. Looking through the glass, I saw Tripp walking into the lab. "You fuck...ng bastard, let me GO! I'll KILL you!" "I doubt that Rachael. And as for fucking, you'll be doing lots of that soon enough." He walked over to a control panel and pressed a button. The glass tube surrounding me began to raise up into the ceiling. Fresh air rushed in. I noticed that Monica's cylinder was also opening. Her head moved slightly. "You. ... if you are just too chicken, just stay home and let her tell ya all about it afterwards!”“Sharon my goofy dear... who said I had any masturbation hang-ups?”“Jim... do you and Ashley ever masturbate in front of each other? Have you ever watched her? More importantly, has she ever watched you? When was the last time you’ve done that together?”“Well, we never have...”“OH MY GOD! Why not? Because you are too ashamed? Because you’ve hidden it all your life? Please tell me you don’t still feel. I got off my bike and made my way through a small path through the bushes. I really didn’t mean to spy or sneak up on them, but as I got to the creek I could see them before they could see me.As soon as I saw them I stopped. It was two girls about my age, playing and splashing in the water where the creek had created a small pool. They were both completely naked. I couldn’t stop looking at them. They were both thin, like me, with boney hips and blonde hair held back in ponytails. Their boobs. Aaaah.....when I come, you've got to jump up on to the sofa and stand with your feet either side of my legs, hands supporting you on the wall.....and you mustn't move your hands.’ He gave a long, deep groan; Auntie Doreen was creating a dream. His made-up eyes caught the boy's. ‘Promise?’Colin nodded. He could feel Doreen's hard-on swelling in his hands, inside a pair of silky knicks. It wouldn't be long before he would be required to move. He felt the man's hands wrap around his head and pull.