In this case, though, the triggering events are pretty severe, whereas I don't think the depression is. I think the decision was an act of desperation...rather than being a death compulsion."About those triggers – Gosh, I don't want to say too much. I've been acting kind of like her therapist, you know? I don't feel right telling you things she's told me in confidence. But it's bad. Real bad. Her mother disappeared when she was thirteen. Saralinda has no idea if she's alive or dead, but she feels. As she sucked on my cock and tasted the mixture of mine and Jason's cum that was on it I wondered if she could differentiate tastes. Could she tell the difference between my sperm and Jason's? And how about what she got from Julius? Or for that matter a mixture of all three? I had that thought because I wouldn't have put it past her that she'd had all three on the same day a time or two.Whatever! She did get me up again and I did fuck her a second time and then I rolled over and went to sleep.I. "I'll go tell the doctor."Dropping his gaze back to the vision still holding his hand and stroking his hair, he managed, "You're Heather." She smiled and a tear rolled down her cheek and splashed on his arm.Another male voice from somewhere behind him piped in. "Yeah, she hasn't left your side since you gave that horror movie scream! We practically had to crowbar her off you just to get her to go to the bathroom!"Heather shot him a dirty look."Is David okay?" Gregg whispered. He remembered. I like the sensations to be happening all over the body. I'll gladly have a penis in my hand or mouth while he's working on me. But he's a one-trick-at-a-time pony, so I usually keep my hands from the jewels until I get the all clear. And this way I get to go on his wild orgasm-giving rides if I don't distract him, so no complaints here. I go with the flow, Baby. Go with the flow. So I started playing gently with his cock. It got deliciously.