“What a day. I guess this morning felt like Christmas, but the rest, especially the lower numbers...” He frowned. “I can’t shake the feeling t...at people are dying, that something is picking us off one by one.”Emily grunted and gave a deep sigh. “Oh, don’t say that. The lower numbers can mean anything. Mark?”Mark looked at Emily. Their gazes locked, and time seemed to stand still. “You want to sleep here tonight?” Emily thought as her hand patted the mattress she was sitting on. “Not for sex,. So far, everyone says I’m healthy. And Doctor Bradford, the pshrink, says I’m not diagnosable as bipolar.”“Because of the insurance issue we talked about?”“No because it’s far too mild and doesn’t have a seriously deleterious effect on me living a normal life.”“Even with all the symptoms?”“Yes. Remember what Bethany always says - if it doesn’t prevent you from living a normal life, it’s not technically a mental illness. I know it seems like a distinction without a difference, but if you think. She briefly noticed the huge bulge that had formed in Reggie's pants again. She had caused him to have another hard-on, but perhaps he could relieve it himself tonight."Christy," he called as she had started walking away from him.She turned and thought she saw a compassion in his eyes she had never noticed in them before."I know you think I'm a monster. I've done some bad things to you and I'm sorry about that, but I'm not a bad person. I couldn't help myself. I wanted you so much and I didn't. I like the feeling of a man filling my mouth with his cum..." Oh, that is so hot. I've never experienced that." Her pussy was dripping under our fingers. "Go on. Have you ever had anal sex?" I tried it couple of times but it didn't work for me. For butt-fucking, I prefer to be the pitcher, not the catcher. You know, it is not often that I can find a willing couple but when it happens, it is the best. My girlfriend and I had several bisexual encounters, with a couple or in groups. That's one.