“Sir, Tina and I are married. I’m trapped. Of course, I’m on her side,” he said.“Hmm, point taken,” I said. “Look, I have a few question... of my own.”“Oh? Okay?” said Tina. Ronald was nodding.“You two are both still in school, right?” I said.“Of course, Dad, and I know you know that,” she said.“Yes, well, and you’re both business majors, right?” I said.“Yes, well sort of,” said Ronald. “Tina’s a General Business major. I’m into Finance actually.”“Okay, and the both of you are essentially running. As i tried to lay my head back on the couch back, Jee-Sung grabbed my hair and pulled my face back up face to face with her, shaking her head side to side, a devilish grin on her face. Jee-Sung picked up the pace, bouncing up and down on my cock, staring directly into my face, and as the eternal seconds flew by, she picked up pace and got faster and faster, the feeling of this getting better and better every second. There was a flare of passion in her eyes and i grabbed the back of her head and. Normal stuff, really. It was easy banter and itfelt surprisingly natural. Again, I was encouraged by the thought thatI could actually do this - I could make it through the nine monthswithout completely losing my mind. Not bad!After dinner we sat down on the couch and watched some TV. Mainly badThursday night sitcoms but we both laughed. I had my head buried in hisshoulder and he had his arm wrapped around my waist. It was still odd,I thought, but damn it felt nice. Not that much. I live all alone and every year on Thanksgiving Day I work at a homeless shelter until I'm about ready to drop from exhaustion, then as I'm leaving the facility I pick one of the men, usually a younger type and invite him home. I hate Thanksgiving so much that fucking the brains out of some strange grubby homeless guy just seems right to me. 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 only.