You aren't born bipolar. She may have had a series of depressive episodes, culminating with her suicide attempt earlier. She could be finishing a swin... through to mania now..." Damn it, Jake. I'm the one who's supposed to be the ship therapist..." She sounded mad at herself. "I knew I was getting too close to her for objectivity. I was just so fucking grateful I didn't have to deal with suicidal depression for more than one day." So what do we do?" I asked, unhelpfully."Lithium or Seroquel,. The sweet aroma of pine and fresh brewed coffee feels the air. You awake slowly, the soft silk sheets gently against your skin. The thoughts of last nights encounter bringing pleasure to your morning thoughts and an ache to your loins. You slide from the bed and pull on your silk robe and head to the aroma of coffee. As you pour coffee and review the evening you see that he is on the patio, you approach him from behind seeing his bare back. You set your coffee on the table and reach your hands. Her sandals were maybe three inches high. The shorts were unsnapped and she had the zipper pulled down about two inches. That was kind of a thing for awhile that teenage girls did, not grown women.She thanked me for coming over and turned in front of me to walk down the hallway and I started getting a hammer watching her cheeks just peek out from the shorts.She got me a beer, she wasn't drinking because she was breast feeding her baby.It started out pretty much the way I figured except I had no. She was moaning and gagging with her mouthful with two cocks. She struggled against me and lifted her head away. “Fuck,” she moaned, I could tell Steve was about to make her cum.Once more she lowered her head, but sucked us in turn. She was wriggling her hips against Steve’s face as started to cum. Her eyes started to roll back in her head, she was gasping as she orgasmed. As I watched, I took hold of my cock and started to wank and rubbed it on her face.Sarah climbed off Steve and laid on her.