I knew that her father, a teacher of Literature, had named her after the heroine of the epic poem and she in turn had taken my name from the same work.... “I love Longfellow,” she said curling up in an over stuffed arm chair that threatened to swallow her small frame. “Yes,” I said leaning against one of the shelves as I watched her page reverently through the book. “My father named me after her,” she murmured as she began to read. I smiled indulgently at her. “I know, though you put me more in. You need to get off, I need to get off. Why not help each other? Better than using our fucking hands.”He had a point, and I was too shitfaced to stop him. He started jacking me slowly, and I was surprised that I enjoyed it so much. He massaged my dick better than any girl had done and I was mesmerized as my body started to match his strokes. Pretty soon, I was fucking his hand, and not long after I was shooting my load.“Fuck, dude. Keep going. Ohhhh yeah, massage my fucking dick. Oh, fuck.” I. ‘As you can probably tell, I am half Asian–Korean to be exact–and his family is very prejudiced against what they call ‘Orientals.’ They totally disapproved of the marriage. They always treated me like an outsider–all of them except Minnie.’ ‘Sounds like a wonderful lady,’ I said. ‘She really was,’ Nikki said, her eyes filling with tears again. ‘I never knew my own mother, she died right after I was born. Minnie was the mother I never had, and she always told me I was the daughter she never. The 8 of them went down a hallway. I had been generous with my waitress, and when she came by again, I said softly that if she could get me in the room the people from that table went, I'd give her $40. She looked around and said the room was impossible, but if I just wanted to watch, that could be arranged. I said sure that'd work. She told me to go to the mensroom, wait until four quick knocks and be ready to move fast. I did as I was told and she did as she said. She unlocked what appeared.