The best person to help an addict is another addict, it’s impossible to “cure.” and addict, you can only occupy that part of their life with som...thing else. I suppose there was one woman that was able to “Cure.” me for a time.We’d meet up, sit in a circle and talk about sex as the coordinator got off on the huge power trip listening to people’s confessions. It was pointless. I don’t even feel like there is anything wrong with me in the first place. It didn’t feel like we were making any. Around 10pm my sister sitting on the arm chair was fast asleep, I was still sitting on the floor, in front of the sofa that Susan was sitting on. Watching late night crap TV, when Susan asked me to change the channel. She offered me the remote, and as I turned to take it from her, I saw she was sitting legs crossed and her shirts were tight against her pussy, I could see the dark shade of her pubes through them. As I was 15, and still a virgin, I went hard in a nano second. She saw the look of. Once she got closer, her nipples were quite obvious. I introduced her to Frank. Before leaving, however, I told her I had something extra for her to wear tonight. I pulled out a jewelry case and opened it up to reveal a diamond choker and matching earrings. I had this set sitting in my safe downstairs hoping that someday I’d be able to put them on a woman. With the jewels in place and that gown, this nineteen-year-old looked more like she was twenty-five. It looked like she was ready to. . As my neighbour put the phone down I realised I was now only semi hard and slowly began to turn so that Sanne would be able to see me. I pretended the conversation was ongoing and my movements were just the way people are on the phone. It took me a minute or so before I was fully exposed to Sanne and I could see she was looking at me as I continued my fake phone call. I eventually finished and hung up. As I went to sit down Sanne got up and in doing so gave me a brief glimpse of her right.