While making hard, rough, and deep sex is always on my mind, I must remain true to my girls.”“And how do you expect that whole thing to work out?�...��“I don’t know ... I have got other things on my mind at the moment. Go find Peter, why don’t you?”I thought she was going to slap me, but instead she put her hand down my pants and said, “We are not done yet, young man.”After orchestra, I asked both principals to lunch. We had never done that, so I didn’t think they realized I was about to give them a. My breath quickens, my nipples become evident through my dress.I never take my eyes off the menu. You start to feel the moistening of my pussy through my panties. I open my thighs invitingly as your middle finger strokes my swollen lips through the thin fabric. Your erection is building up your leg and I can feel your hardness thru your pants. I start to unzip your pants and you push my hand away and say "Not Yet."The waiter returns to take our order. Your hand never leaves my thighs. We tell. She lowers her head and burries her face between my legs. Her tongue slides in and out of my slit, and her fingers on the left hand and massaging my clit, and the fingers on the right hand move in and out of me. I feel her going faster, and faster until I can screaming and bucking my hips with the powerful orgasm that comes only after a minute or two. She continues to lick me though until I have calmed, and she removes her fingers. They are sparkling with my bodily juices, and she sucks them. The problem was, I realized, never had I actually faced what it was that 'I' desired! Suddenly, it seemed like I had been living someone else's life. I didn't know who I was or what I wanted. I was entering my prime, but the only thing ahead was the traditional long fade into retirement. This did not sit well with my psyche. Some long lost, root of my soul wailed within me, and I was inconsolable. I cried for weeks.The doctors said it was postpartum depression. They prescribed drugs. I took.