Its one thing to see it on tv, or read about it in a book. But to actually hear Amy's thoughts. I must be imagining thing.In the buzzing vortex of fre...king out all I could think was, I need to get away. And in a blink of an eye, both Amy and I were in darkness. Amy was still lost in her afterglow, but even a deaf person would feel the smack on their ass when we fell on hard concrete. To give a description of it, it would be like, when you go to sit down and someone pulls the chair from right. He finished hisorgasm by poking the head of his cock into her toes and rubbing itaround, smearing his cum all over her toes.She felt powerful hands wrap around her hips as she looked down and sawanother beefy black guy pumping her white whore ass. She moaned with hisonslaught, lifting her legs again and pointing them obscenely toward theceiling. She tightened her hole around his cock and moaned with theextreme pleasure he was giving her. She tilted her head back and saw herother white lover. Raasta e Police dekhe nile problem korbe.” (Dada, should I stop somewhere. If Police sees, they will create problems.)Somehow I got back my consciousness and said, “Na na cholo. Age bari pouchhoi.” (No, let’s go home first.)Driver: “Kono bhoi nei dada, ami kaal raat e gari tei chilam. R Gari theke Gajol Doba ta dekha jachilo.” (Don’t worry Dada, I was in my car last night and Gajol Doba was visible from my car.)Me: “Mane?” (Means?)Driver: “Raat dutor somai apnara esechhilen na, otai r ki.” (You. “Uh…it’s not real Tiffany, but it’s the thought that counts, right? For my favorite customer.”Cautiously, Amy opened the box and pulled back layers of tissue paper to reveal a beautiful diamondique tiara glittering all over with hand-encrusted gems. Amy could have bought her own diadem, if her tastes had run in that direction; a real one, with diamonds that weren’t paste and silver that wasn’t painted wire. But the care put into the piece, the kinked but beautiful sculpture of plastic, made.