My psychologist says that I have a "self-loathing" issue and that may be so, but I don't really care what he says. It fills a deep down need in me. I ...nly have sex once a year, on Thanksgiving Day, and always with some drunken smelly guy who probably won't even remember who he had sex with by morning. He might not even realize that he had sex at all. But I would know, and I always made sure that they orgasmed and I always rubbed their spunk all over my tits and lick it from my fingers.. Moreover, Kishore is also a gentle nice guy. So we did not find anything wrong with me and Kishore staying in the same home.Moreover, my hubby trusts me a lot. Kishore also felt sad about Vivek leaving for Dubai. We went to the airport to send off Vivek. I broke down seeing Vivek leaving me. I cried on his shoulder without worrying about people seeing me. Vivek felt heart touched and proud to get such a loving wife.He convinced me and kissed me. Kishore watched all this and felt bad for my. Andrew had a faraway look now and seemed to be concentrating on something, almost like he was trying to make up his mind. ‘Andrew, what’s wrong?’ ‘Do you remember when we were 19 and you came home after your first year in college? You called me the morning after you got back and we spent the whole day together.’ He looked at me intently, almost as though he was willing me to remember. ‘I remember. The ice cream shop, wandering the mall, water skiing at the lake, talking and laughing like we did. A flying saucer. Well, no, it wasn't flying. It was resting on the sand but it looked like the pictures of flying saucers he had seen. About forty feet across, the center a raised dome. But that wasn't all. Coming towards him, hand raised, was a man - or something like a man. He as about six feet tall and had two legs and two arms that looked a lot like those of anyone else, but he was a pale blue in color. His hair was thick and a dark blonde. As he got closer Jason could see that it looked.