”“Look good, huh?” I asked.He nodded.“Very good.”I poured him a glass of champagne and sashayed over to him.“Here you are.”“This is ni...e.” Darren said looking around the room.“Yeah, I wanted something private and luxurious.” I sighed.We all had a moment to pause.“Did you tell Darren about your special breath mints?”I laughed.“I have ecstasy.” I told Darren.“Seriously?” he asked.I nodded, showing him the Altoid container. “Damn.” “You want one?” He paused, looking at the container.“Sure, why. In the middle of working, I just felt that I was so horny I had to fuck something. I didn't have any dildos or anything to please me that moment, except my hand. I left my work, got on internet and typed in black cock pics, and amongst checking it, I found a number of where you can call a black cock in distress. I contacted them and said I want a slim young big black cock fucker to fuck shit out of me. Apparently it was 11pm. and at that time no one was working. I just had to please myself that. ”“Yes, of course, and that’s normal. But, what’s the definition of a diagnosable illness?”“When things which might be common to all of us interfere with our ability to function in society.”“At one time or another, you’ll exhibit some of the markers for just about every mental illness. The most common one is depression, and usually it’s dealt with by short-term counseling. Clinical depression is a very different thing.”“I know.”“Going back to Angie, her behavior fits a number of things in ICD-9,. I saw Akshay couldn’t get sleep. And its my habit of putting my leg over the person whom I sleep next to. So my leg was on Akshay’s. And I could sense a circling movement on my legs which started from a little below my knee and went up to my thigh. my penis was getting erect slowly. I moved my leg a little upside and could feel his penis touching my thigh now. It was semi erect then. He moved closer to me and so did I. We touched our hands and saw each other. We kept doing it for sometime and.