"I haven't had me a piece of ass for fifteen years! Fuckin' prison will do dat too you 'mon." The Jamacian said as he wrapped his large fingers around...my pants. I screamed into his hand as I felt my pants drop below my waist. Then I realized something, I forgot underwear. "Look at 'dis fine white ass! I love you fuckin' Americans and your nice asses!" He said as I felt his hand wrap around my exposed ass, remembering to keep his grip on my mouth nice and tight. "I don't got no lube so you're. I wore boxer shorts. Usually, I wore Jockeys, but, hey, this was my honeymoon. I was trying to show a little class, for a change.Alice came out. She stood in the bathroom doorway, the light behind her, giving me a real good look.I had expected something provocative -- diaphanous, back-lighted. All lacy and flimsy. Rip-off-able.But this wasn't see-through or flimsy. It was black and white, and made of heavy, pleated cotton cloth.Reminiscent of an old-style nun's habit!Oh, help me, Jesus!There. So I gave them a c note and went to move some money around and came back a few hours later with the money; a helmet; and a pair of bikers goggles. We did the paper work, then I was given the keys. I mounted the bike and drove back to Ella's.I doubt I will ever forget the pride I had that day as a young guy in the U.S., driving an American made motorcycle, a Harley Davidson sportster and I was quite surprised to learn Ella loved biking as Gramps or George rode years ago and she loved it."Oh. Toh humne Sunny se kaha ki akele akele kya match dekhke bore hona, chalo room pe beer peetey hai. Usey beer peeney ka bohot saukh tha. Raat ke 10 baj rahe the, toh woh kahi ki Ashok itni raat unke room pe jaana pasand nai karega. Toh Adi ne bhi kaha, aaj ya toh humari dosti ya tumhara pyaar. Toh Sunny duvidha mein par gayi, phir soch samjh ke boli ki Ashok ko hostel jaane ke bahane chal dete hai Adi ke room, shartein kisi ko bole na bas. Toh woh Ashok ko neend ka bahana banake, hostel jaane ke.