“Are you OK?”“Am I OK? I’m just going to the bathroom,” I said in mild irritation.I finished up, washed my hands and looked at my reflection...in the mirror.I looked awful. My eyes were very red. My face drained of color and looking gaunt. I washed away what I could of that and wiped my face with a towel.Mom was waiting for me outside the bathroom, and walked with me back to my room.“Why don’t you get dressed for bed,” she intoned, nodding toward my bed.She gave me my privacy, and I stripped down. . But I was almost at the hospital. No more time for reflection.There was the usual line of cars to get into the parking structure, but the delay was only a few moments in the pass holders’ lane – we were simply waved in by the security lady rather than having to grab a token. Real people are so much more adaptable than any automated barrier.Helga greeted me with a cheerful smile, a cup of fresh coffee and a smirky remark about my looking like I’d had a disturbed night. Maybe my goofy grin gave. If she wasn't married, he was the type of guy she'd want to date. The idea of having to do a quickie was very distasteful; Not because she found the idea of going to bed with him undesirable, quite the contrary. If they'd met at a bar, he might have been able to get her to break her vows, assuming she hadn't had more sex today than she wanted in a month.Still, she wanted to make the offer, "Kevin, I'm sorry I didn't keep up with the time, do you want to..."He gave her another of those warm. After an eternity, you become aware of the end of the toboggan ride of ecstasy. Eventhough the fingers are still doing their magic, the feelings of intense pleasure are slowing down every so slightly. You are no longer locked in a whirlwind of intense orgasmic pleasure. Things are slowing down, every so slowly. You are now aware of where you are and what is happening to you. You are coming down from the most intense orgasm. But, the fingers are still sliding in and out of your pussy and your.