He had loved her completely, totally. They'd been married less than a year when the accident happened. She had been driving too fast on a rainy mornin...g, and unable to stop in time for a red light, went skidding through an intersection and into the path of an oncoming truck. He had never been able to find out why she had been at that particular intersection at all; why she had even been driving that morning, since she had told him she was going to stay home all day. She had been in a coma for. He prefers to text. He listens a lot and says very little. I don’t know if it’s shyness or shrewdness on his part, to be honest,” Devi explained, while Rajiv resumed taking orders from patrons, none of whom seemed phased by this whole discourse played out in front of them.“Outcaste culture, in case you’re wondering. We outcastes tend to mind our own business, say little, complain little, and try not to rock the boat. The caste system might be illegal, but it still affects our thinking in some. We swirled our tongues into each other’s mouths, pressing harder and harder on each other’s tits and moaning loudly. She moved down to kiss my neck, then my chest and then into my tits.She removed my spaghetti and pushed me onto the bed. I was lying on the bed watching her as she removed her spaghetti and started pinching and pulling her nipples, asking me if I wanted her to do the same to me. I begged her to torture my nipples and she immediately slapped each one of them, making me go ahh with. ”“Ride me from behind.”“I never last that way.”“Then make sure you last this time, dammit.”I slid from under her and lifted her exhausted hips and pushed against her. “Is this your favorite position?”“Most of the time.”“Why?”“The freedom to move. The angle.”I thrust fast and hard inside her. “Like this?”She groaned, “Oh, God, yes!” Then there were no more words, only groans and moans and screams, until five minutes later I rode her mercilessly as she bit the pillow and spasmed around me. I held.