"Yeah, where are our manners?" Gary said, and he and Ron crossed the room to where Sweet was still standing and started pulling off his clothes. I was...still working on getting Jay out of his shirt and pants while Ron and Gary already had Sweet stripped nude and I looked over to see Ron running his hand between Sweet's lush buns and kissing him open mouthed while Gary was stroking his hardening cock and licking his nipple. Sweet's dark brown body was well muscled and hairless, his six pack. She was about thirty years old I would guess, but she looked younger. She had a very nice, but nervous smile. In fact, at first glance, she looked quite nervous and unsure that she should be in my office at all."D-Doctor Andrews?" she said timidly."Yes I'm Doctor Andrews, please come in and have a seat, Miss…?" I said."It's Mrs… Mrs. Judy Miller," she said. "I see. Well, I find that my patients feel more comfortable when we talk as friends instead of doctor-patient so you can call me Peter. Now. With my jealousy came the only thing that stopped me from calling the whole thing off, a wave of arousal. He gestured to the seat next to her on the sofa and she nodded in acceptance. She dropped her knees and let her feet fell to the floor. There she sat with her legs tight together. Her little crotch hugged by her leggings, so vulnerable and sweet. I could sense his eyes had already undressed her as he offered some small talk. She answered him like a shy school girl, I cant remember what was. I have felt my sanity ripped away by years of sadness. Depression is more than sadness. It is the inability to feel joy. It’s a missing foundation, like a building with a sinkhole where its fourth cornerstone should be. No matter what you use to try and support the building, it’ll fall away, and the building can never stand, until it too crumbles and falls into the pit. To live with depression is like running a marathon with one leg, and the only help you can get is people suggesting you buy a.