The Audacity 4Posted: July 31, 2011
we need to talk
Kħālidah Jibrān stirred from her dream state as her husband Nādir Shāh Åbdālī slid into his side of the bed.
With two years of marriage behind them, their sex life had taken on some routines but Kħālidah Jibrān felt a tingle of excitement with his arrival.
Kħālidah Jibrān knew that his hand would soon find its way to the flat of her stomach before slowly moving up to her breast.
They often had sex when he returned home in the early morning hours after being called to the office for some emergency computer problem.
It was part of his job and although he didn’t have to keep regular office hours, he was on call 24×7.
Sometimes Nādir Shāh Åbdālī would not return until late morning and sometimes, like tonight, he returned in the middle of the night.
They always had sex if he returned while Kħālidah Jibrān was still in bed.
This night was no different.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī and Kħālidah Jibrān had agreed to try to spice up their sex life but it seemed that tonight would be the normal way that they always made love.
Kħālidah Jibrān loved sex in any fashion, but Kħālidah Jibrān didn’t want them to get bored with it.
They both slept in the nude because they liked the lewdness of it and Kħālidah Jibrān preferred it because Kħālidah Jibrān liked to remain in the dream state while they loved.
Having to remove clothing generally would break the “half awake-half asleep” feeling, Kħālidah Jibrān so loved.
By the time Nādir Shāh Åbdālī’s hand reached her breast, her own hand was searching for his manhood.
Kħālidah Jibrān wrapped her hand on his shaft and began a slow stroking up and down.
Rolling her nipple with his fingers, Nādir Shāh Åbdālī brought a low moan to her lips.
Kħālidah Jibrān slowly rubbed her thighs together as the passion in her grew.
As Nādir Shāh Åbdālī moved to caress her other breast, his mouth covered the nipple that he had been massaging.
Kħālidah Jibrān felt his smoothly shaven chin against her skin as her nipple elongated into his mouth.
Kħālidah Jibrān urgently pulled at his erection and he raised and then settled between her legs.
As Kħālidah Jibrān guided him to her nether lips, he slipped easily into Kħālidah Jibrān.
They began their ritual of slow lovemaking.
Kħālidah Jibrān kept her eyes closed tight as Kħālidah Jibrān always did and just concentrated on being the best piece of ass Kħālidah Jibrān could be, for Nādir Shāh Åbdālī.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī, being the gentle lover that he always was, stroked in and out of Kħālidah Jibrān at his normal moderate pace until the friction against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān clit sent her into orgasm.
Soon after, Nādir Shāh Åbdālī was pulsing sperm into Kħālidah Jibrān while breathing heavily into her ear.
Some sperm dribbled down onto the sheet as he removed himself and they both fell asleep.
Groggily, Kħālidah Jibrān reached to turn off the alarm and arose from the bed.
“Damn, six in the morning,” Kħālidah Jibrān was thinking. “I love Dad for coming to us, but jeeze, why does he always have to begin his day so early, at 4.00 A.M.? Allah! His Brahm Stavan? Allah Allah!”
“Shame on you, Kħālidah Jibrān.” Nādir Shāh Åbdālī interjected, “We offer our Salāt-e-Fajir at the same time. Why Allah Allah?”
Drying off after her morning shower, Kħālidah Jibrān was interrupted by Nādir Shāh Åbdālī handing her the phone.
“Hi Ammījān, Yes, I’m awake. Dad is on the way now? Don’t worry; I’ll take care of Dad for the weekend. You go and have a good time with Ħalīmah Kħālājān,” Kħālidah Jibrān continued, “Yes; I’ll make sure he gets enough rest. I know Ammījān, I know. He can’t sleep on the couch or his back might go out again. He can use our bed and Nādir Shāh Åbdālī and I will sleep elsewhere. Have a good time and don’t worry. I know, Durgesh is not my Abbū. He is Nādir Shāh Åbdālī’s Abbū. But as soon as you found he could be approached, you just forgot that he was my Hindu father in law.”
“Complaining?” her Ammī teased Kħālidah Jibrān.
“What’s the use? You’ve already got a new brother for me, from Durgesh Papaji.”
Kħālidah Jibrān made a mental note to change the sheets.
It wouldn’t be right for Durgesh Papaji to see the stained sheets.
I pulled in the driveway just about the time the coffee was ready.
Kħālidah Jibrān watched me from her kitchen window as I descended from my Mercedes.
Kħālidah Jibrān was always in awe of me.
What a Hindu!
What a Hindu!!
For the full twenty-eight years of her life, I was the one man who never failed to bring a smile to her face.
I, being even six years more than twice her age, was now sixty-two.
I was quite the opposite of Nādir Shāh Åbdālī.
Though we were about the same height and weight, our lifestyles were totally different.
I, being in writing, law, sex, Yog and social work since I was a teenager, was a hard body.
Kħālidah Jibrān supposed it was how I was able to function still with so extraordinary vivacity.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī, on the other hand, was a computer wizard.
Kħālidah Jibrān was amazed at how quickly they came to agreement on building the porch.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī designed it with a computer program.
I read the plan and we discussed a few changes.
I then surprised us all by saying,
“Great design, I appreciate it.”
Kħālidah Jibrān was so pleased.
Kħālidah Jibrān would have the porch she loved, designed by her husband, and appreciated by her father in law.
Life was great.
I hugged her tightly as Kħālidah Jibrān came through the kitchen door.
My strong arms circled around her as Kħālidah Jibrān hugged me back.
Being crushed up against me always made Kħālidah Jibrān feel protected, yet her nipples never failed to harden in my embrace.
“Papaji, it was so good to see you,” Kħālidah Jibrān breathed as I lightly kissed her neck.
I suddenly broke our hug but not before Kħālidah Jibrān felt my Uncut Hindu Lund began to rise against her leg.
Kħālidah Jibrān gave me her best smile while thinking it would be dangerous to be in my arms for very long.
However, she could not deny that being all so moral in his daily life, even Durgesh Papaji could not avoid to get an erection while she was giving him a hug.
I fucked extraordinary Musalmān Beauties 24x7x365.
It’s not easy for me to have a Musalmān Beauty in my embrace, and not harden.
Kħālidah Jibrān was sure that she would cum uncontrollably if my Uncut Hindu Lund were pressed against her for a second or two more. “Calm yourself, Kħālidah Jibrān,” Kħālidah Jibrān told herself. “He’s still your father in law, even if he is not Nādir Shāh Åbdālī’s real father.”
I was extremely busy all the day meeting with various persons who belonged to the various social groups, NGOs etc. seeking guidance from me.
Kħālidah Jibrān brought me juices a few times and sat with me during the breaks.
I gazed at Kħālidah Jibrān with my steel black eyes, as we conversed lightly.
By dinnertime, I was more than half-finished.
After much discussion, Kħālidah Jibrān convinced me that I would have plenty of time to finish it tomorrow.
During dinner, Kħālidah Jibrān finally convinced me that I would sleep in the main bedroom and Kħālidah Jibrān would sleep on the couch in the living room.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī was certain to be called to work before long and he would use the couch in his den if he got back before morning.
By eight that evening, there were several emergency calls for Nādir Shāh Åbdālī to respond to and he left.
Kħālidah Jibrān set towels out for me to shower and then Kħālidah Jibrān showered after I was finished.
Kħālidah Jibrān put on her robe over her nude body, as Kħālidah Jibrān did every night, and met me in the living room for a movie.
I had donned a T-shirt and summer shorts I brought with me.
We sat on the couch and Kħālidah Jibrān had a few glasses of wine while I sipped juice.
We talked, mostly ignoring the movie.
Kħālidah Jibrān held my hand, told me Kħālidah Jibrān loved me and settled in close to me.
With my arm around her shoulder, Kħālidah Jibrān rested her head on my chest.
Kħālidah Jibrān felt her nipples extend at the closeness of me and basked in the giddy feeling of being in my Hindu embrace.
Both her Ammījān in law and Ammījān were sleeping with me now.
What a Hindu!
What a Hindu!
There was a long pause during our light conversation and I spoke again.
“Baby, I love the point of view you both have but I am having some difficulty dealing with it,” said I as I lightly kissed the top of her head.
Kħālidah Jibrān turned her head and looked at me with a quizzical smile.
Following my gaze, Kħālidah Jibrān looked down and saw that her right breast was fully exposed to my view.
Durgesh is arousing her too.
After her Ammījān in law and Ammījān, now was it Kħālidah Jibrān too?
Is Durgesh Papaji really 62?
Well, he doesn’t look his age.
Mostly he could be thirty two only.
That’s why his famous, or infamous it is, Uncut Hindu Lund is so sensitive and so immensely active even now.
Embarrassed and excited at the same time, Kħālidah Jibrān exclaimed,
“Oh damn, I’m sorry Papaji. I didn’t mean to tease you.” Kħālidah Jibrān adjusted her position on the couch and closed the opening enough to cover the nipple.
Red faced, Kħālidah Jibrān looked at me and said,
“Forgive me, Papaji?”
“Of course, dear,” I said with a smiling face. “But now there is a new problem.”
Again, following my gaze Kħālidah Jibrān saw that adjusting her robe had exposed her thighs to the point of revealing a tuft of hair from between her legs.
“Oh Papaji, you must think Kħālidah Jibrān is a slut.” Kħālidah Jibrān managed to say somewhat nervously, as Kħālidah Jibrān drew her legs onto the couch and frantically made adjustments to her robe again.
Leaning her head on my leg to complete closing her robe, her ear came in direct contact with what was unmistakably, a stiff Uncut Hindu Lund.
‘Her Papaji, her Hindu father in law, was hard as a rock,’ was the realization that again shocked Kħālidah Jibrān.
Before Kħālidah Jibrān could raise her head, Kħālidah Jibrān felt my involuntary twitching against the side of her face.
Even her ever moral husband, Nādir Shāh Åbdālī, was never so hard for her.
Damn the bastard.
He was never capable to appreciate her so extraordinary beauty, as Durgesh Papaji, hell, not Papaji ever, only Durgesh, always appreciated her.
She enjoyed it.
Kħālidah Jibrān cursed herself.
Finally getting her robe arranged so that it covered her naked young Musalmān body, Kħālidah Jibrān lay with her head in Papaji’s lap as I rubbed her shoulder.
Kħālidah Jibrān soon fell asleep thinking I must have gone to bed.
She never bothered even to confirm it.
Kħālidah Jibrān awoke sometime in the middle of the night needing to urinate.
Still a little influenced by the wine, Kħālidah Jibrān groped her way toward the bathroom.
Kħālidah Jibrān realized that she must have gone the wrong way when Kħālidah Jibrān peeped an eye open long enough to see that she was in the kitchen.
Kħālidah Jibrān turned and felt her way down the hallway, through the master bedroom and into the bathroom.
Kħālidah Jibrān returned to her bed after reliving herself.
Kħālidah Jibrān dropped her robe to the floor and crawled between the sheets.
Still in sleep and in deep influence of wine, Kħālidah Jibrān had absolutely forgotten she was not sleeping there tonight, I was instead.
The sheets were warmer as Kħālidah Jibrān moved towards the center of the bed.
Realizing that Nādir Shāh Åbdālī must have returned home, nude Kħālidah Jibrān snuggled close to me and drifted back to sleep.
She never tried to confirm whether it was really her husband there.
The wine was playing its destructive role no wine taker wanted to acknowledge ever.
At some point in the night, Kħālidah Jibrān stirred as the arm came over her nude waist and the hand settled on her stomach.
A little disappointed when my hand didn’t continue, Kħālidah Jibrān decided to help her husband get into the mood for some lovemaking.
Pulling my hand to her nude breast, Kħālidah Jibrān planted my palm against her nipple.
My hand felt a little different from normal.
Kħālidah Jibrān then reached for my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Kħālidah Jibrān stroked my Uncut Hindu Lund slowly pausing to run her thumb over the head every few seconds.
Kħālidah Jibrān felt me responding in my sleep as my Uncut Hindu Lund lengthened, thickened and strengthened in her hand and I began squeezing her breast, in our sleep.
In my sleep, I thought she was someone of my countless Musalmān Beauties I slept almost 24x7x365 with.
In her sleep, she thought I was her husband, Nādir Shāh Åbdālī.
Soon Kħālidah Jibrān felt my Uncut Hindu Lund coming to its full hardness and it seemed to be pulsating with heavy veins around it.
Kħālidah Jibrān never noticed those veins before and it felt a little longer, heavier, and stronger in her hand.
In her still asleep mind, Kħālidah Jibrān was thinking that I must be super turned on, to have so much blood engorging that thick Uncut Hindu Lund.
She scraped the calloused feeling hand against her nipple and pinched it tightly.
Rolling it between my fingertips and squeezing harder than Kħālidah Jibrān was used to, Kħālidah Jibrān find that her passion was rising fast.
My hand moved to assault her other breast and my mouth found its way to the one my hand just left.
Kħālidah Jibrān sucked in her breath as Kħālidah Jibrān felt me harsh against her skin.
“That’s it my dear,” Kħālidah Jibrān whimpered, “Get rough with me.”
Suddenly, I pulled Kħālidah Jibrān against my body as I pinched her nipple between my finger and thumb.
I held Kħālidah Jibrān tight as my palm ravaged her aroused Sunni Musalmān breasts.
Kħālidah Jibrān released her grip on my rigid Uncut Hindu Lund to hold my hand as it continued to ravage her breasts and nipples.
I was raw and Kħālidah Jibrān loved it.
Bolts of electricity shot through her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Sunni Musalmān body as Kħālidah Jibrān felt like Kħālidah Jibrān was being taken by me.
Using her leg for leverage, Kħālidah Jibrān rubbed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān clit and her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot lips against that magnificent Hindu piece of meat.
Soon, my fingers found their way into the crack of her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass and drew little circles around her nude gorgeous Sunni Musalmān ass.
My fingers made her squirm more against my Uncut Hindu Lund and Kħālidah Jibrān felt an orgasm approaching.
“YEEEAAAHHHIII,” Kħālidah Jibrān screamed into my ear as Kħālidah Jibrān began to cum.
Kħālidah Jibrān dug her heel into my back and furiously rocked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān clit against my Uncut Hindu Lund as my fingers played a beautiful tune in the crack of her ass. Before her orgasm has ended, Kħālidah Jibrān pulled me on top of herself.
Knowing her intentions now, I reversed the positions.
Gripping her waist, I lifted Kħālidah Jibrān a few inches above my body.
Kħālidah Jibrān had no idea that her husband had even so much strength.
My Uncut Hindu Lund sprang straight up and Kħālidah Jibrān was poised directly above it.
Kħālidah Jibrān used her hands on my powerful forearms to balance her upper body as Kħālidah Jibrān felt herself being slowly impaled.
The head of my Uncut Hindu Lund passed between her lips and Kħālidah Jibrān shuddered as the anticipation built.
Soon Kħālidah Jibrān could feel the ridges along the length of my Uncut Hindu Lund entering her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot.
The head of my Uncut Hindu Lund stretched the inner walls of her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot as Kħālidah Jibrān produced more and more lubricant for it.
As her knees made contact with the mattress, Kħālidah Jibrān reached with one hand for the base of my shaft.
Kħālidah Jibrān felt full yet discovered that there was still several inches that had not yet penetrated her.
Kħālidah Jibrān felt the veins pulsing in her hand.
Kħālidah Jibrān was amazed that her husband’s Lund felt so different, so wonderful.
Kħālidah Jibrān lowered herself further onto the hardest Uncut Hindu Lund ever to enter her and Kħālidah Jibrān could feel the ridge like veins as they passed her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot lips.
Suddenly, the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund was against her cervix and there was still two inches of my Uncut Hindu Lund in her fingertips.
Kħālidah Jibrān moved her knees forward and leaned back in an attempt to make more room.
With a jerk from my hands on her hips, Kħālidah Jibrān was totally impaled.
A bead of sweat drips from her brow and more appeared between her breasts and trickled down her belly.
Kħālidah Jibrān felt my thumbs spreading the lips of her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot as they sought out her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān clit.
Kħālidah Jibrān placed both hands on my knees behind me for leverage and started fucking me.
Although my Uncut Hindu Lund felt much larger than normal, Kħālidah Jibrān was so well lubricated that Kħālidah Jibrān slid up and down on it with ease.
Kħālidah Jibrān rode the wonderful sensations as Kħālidah Jibrān plunged down and felt the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund bottomed out.
I pushed down on the top of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān clit so that it rode against my shaft giving me increased delight as her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot kept us well lubricated.
Her back was arched with her breasts pushed skyward and her hair swept across my legs as Kħālidah Jibrān fucked herself on me.
Kħālidah Jibrān was oblivious to anything except the feelings exploding in her belly.
Off in the distance, Kħālidah Jibrān heard a woman’s voice moaning lowly. “OH, OH… OHHHHGGGGHHH”.
The voice began to wail, and only then, Kħālidah Jibrān realized that, it was her own voice.
Kħālidah Jibrān screamed as orgasm overtook her and Kħālidah Jibrān was lost in it for a minute.
Just as Kħālidah Jibrān began to recover, I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her chest to chest with me crushing her breasts.
My hands gripped the cheeks of her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass and Kħālidah Jibrān rocked herself up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Kħālidah Jibrān wrapped her arms around my neck and fucked back at me nonstop savagely wildly.
She never enjoyed so much sex before.
Her nipples rubbed against my chest with the motion of her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Sunni Musalmān body and her nostrils were filled with my scent.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān clit rode hard against my Uncut Hindu Lund and Kħālidah Jibrān could think of nothing but the incredible pleasure I was giving her.
Kħālidah Jibrān planted her lips on mine and sucked my tongue deep into her mouth.
Kħālidah Jibrān could smell her own sex mixed with the scent of her partner as I continued to provide the root of her immense pleasure.
Her excitement built as the sensations from my Uncut Hindu Lund met with the pleasure flooding me from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān clit.
Removing her mouth from mine, Kħālidah Jibrān began panting in my ear.
Kħālidah Jibrān whimpered the secret that Kħālidah Jibrān was going to cum again as Kħālidah Jibrān felt the current surge through me and the orgasm began.
My every penetration sent a new bolt of electricity through her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Sunni Musalmān body.
A white blinding light flashed in her mind and Kħālidah Jibrān was engulfed in intense orgasmic delight.
Kħālidah Jibrān screamed unintelligible words into my mouth as her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Sunni Musalmān body was wracked with spasm after white-hot spasm.
“FUCK… Kħālidah Jibrān had NEVER cum like that before, darling,” Kħālidah Jibrān told me.
Before Kħālidah Jibrān could finish the words, Kħālidah Jibrān was on her back and I was positioned between her legs.
Kħālidah Jibrān rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund against her screaming exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot and begged me to fuck her again and again.
Kħālidah Jibrān felt her mouth smashed to mine as I gripped her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks with both of my hands.
Kħālidah Jibrān sucked my tongue, into her mouth and, centered that throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund for my easy penetration.
Her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Sunni Musalmān body and mind were on fire as Kħālidah Jibrān raised her hips in anticipation of having that hot Uncut Hindu Lund inside Kħālidah Jibrān again.
I entered her hard; unlike Kħālidah Jibrān was used to.
The shock of the rougher sex sent more sparks through her mind.
I was balls deep by the third stroke and Kħālidah Jibrān felt fuller that Kħālidah Jibrān had ever felt.
I pulled her legs around my waist and Kħālidah Jibrān locked her heels together.
Kħālidah Jibrān felt my rough hands grip her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks as I lifted her off the mattress.
Kħālidah Jibrān reached one hand back to my ass cheek and gave me some of the same pleasure I was giving me in that sensitive area.
With her other arm around my neck, Kħālidah Jibrān kissed and licked my lips as Kħālidah Jibrān mumbled incomprehensible words.
Suddenly Kħālidah Jibrān was jolted with an intense orgasm and Kħālidah Jibrān screamed into my ear,
Just as the orgasm is subsiding, I thrust into her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot and the sensation made her cum again.
“Allaaaah, BAAABYYYY, Yā Allaaaaah! … IT WASSOOOO GOOD.” Kħālidah Jibrān couldn’t stop Cuming as Kħālidah Jibrān rode my Uncut Hindu Lund for all Kħālidah Jibrān was worth.
We fucked each other wildly the whole night, nonstop.
Kħālidah Jibrān was amazed at her husband’s super sexual prowess she never knew before.
Finally, drained, Kħālidah Jibrān begged me to cum.
Kħālidah Jibrān was exhausted, yet Kħālidah Jibrān felt Kħālidah Jibrān truly owed me an orgasm as good as Kħālidah Jibrān could give me in payment for what had been the best fuck of her life.
Wrapping her arms around my neck, Kħālidah Jibrān whimpered words of love and encouragement into my ear as I continued to stroke into Kħālidah Jibrān.
Keeping her ankles locked around my waist, Kħālidah Jibrān dug her heels into my ass and rocked her hips in step with my plunging.
Timing my strokes, Kħālidah Jibrān relaxed her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot as I stroked in and tightened it as I stroked out, trying to give me maximum pleasure.
“That’s it baby, cum in me. I’m ready for you. Cum inside me,” Kħālidah Jibrān kept coaxing me.
I jerked and grunted seven times and Kħālidah Jibrān felt my hot Hindu cum start to run down the cheeks of her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass and onto the sheet.
Finally, I lay still, as spent as Kħālidah Jibrān was.
With tears streaming from her eyes, Kħālidah Jibrān fell into deep sleep.
Kħālidah Jibrān awoke alone in the morning and immediately she was reminded of last night’s activities by the rawness of her nipples.
Kħālidah Jibrān arose and showered.
Returning to the bedside for her robe, Kħālidah Jibrān saw a huge spot on the sheets where her rear had laid.
“Allah, Nādir Shāh Åbdālī,” Kħālidah Jibrān thought to herself; “you had never cum that much before.”
The stain was easily three times as large as he normally left.
Kħālidah Jibrān made a mental note to ask Nādir Shāh Åbdālī what had made him such a super lover last night.
Whatever it was, Kħālidah Jibrān liked it.
“Mornin Honey,” I greeted her as Kħālidah Jibrān entered the kitchen.
“Durgesh, Allah, I almost forgot you were here tonight, Sorry.” Kħālidah Jibrān stammered.
“I didn’t want to start meeting others until you got up,” I continued.
“Oh, thanks Durgesh; that was so thoughtful of you. Where is Nādir Shāh Åbdālī?” Kħālidah Jibrān asked.
“I hadn’t seen Nādir Shāh Åbdālī e Hun,” I answered.
“Maybe he got called back in early this morning,” Kħālidah Jibrān commented.
“Maybe so,” I said as I rose from the chair. “Time to get back to work.”
Kħālidah Jibrān poured herself coffee and puzzled over Nādir Shāh Åbdālī’s absence as Kħālidah Jibrān watched me meeting others.
I looked at Kħālidah Jibrān through the window a couple of times and smiled at her when I caught Kħālidah Jibrān gazing at me.
The ringing phone broke her train of thought. “Hello?”
It was Nādir Shāh Åbdālī.
Kħālidah Jibrān felt a shock course through her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Sunni Musalmān body as Nādir Shāh Åbdālī explained that he had not been able to get back home last night.
More emergency calls had kept him busy all night and he would not be home until late afternoon today.
He apologized if Kħālidah Jibrān had a lonely night but he would try to make up for it.
Kħālidah Jibrān barely heard Nādir Shāh Åbdālī as the memory of the incredible nonstop sex session of last night flooded her mind.
Kħālidah Jibrān quickly made an excuse and said goodbye to Nādir Shāh Åbdālī as Kħālidah Jibrān stood there looking at me.
Her face flushed and her nipples hardened as her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot involuntarily lubricated itself as if in anticipation of being used.
Breathing heavily, Kħālidah Jibrān realized that, it was I, who was in her bed when Kħālidah Jibrān had mistakenly gone there last night.
In her dream state, Kħālidah Jibrān had forgotten that I was there.
No wonder it had been so different.
Kħālidah Jibrān shivered with excitement as Kħālidah Jibrān thought about the fantastic Hindu fuck, I had given her.
Kħālidah Jibrān was ashamed, yet incredibly turned on at the same time.
So the great Hindu fucked her last night?
It was an Uncut Hindu Lund?
How Kħālidah Jibrān would face me, was heavy on her mind.
Finally, Kħālidah Jibrān concluded that it did not matter.
Obviously, at some point, I knew it was Kħālidah Jibrān.
I had to have known when I woke in the morning and saw her.
Most likely, I knew it was Kħālidah Jibrān during the act.
I must have thought Kħālidah Jibrān did it intentionally.
No matter, Kħālidah Jibrān must have Durgesh again.
And not once now.
To hell with the idiot Nādir Shāh Åbdālī now.
That Uncut Hindu Lund was too incredible to give up even if it was Durgesh’s.
Opening the door; Kħālidah Jibrān cooed to me,
“Papaji, we need to talk.”***
“Of course, my dear, why not?”
Kħālidah Jibrān took me to her bedroom.
It was the same bedroom Kħālidah Jibrān had fucked me at night so savagely.
That was the tragedy of it.
Kħālidah Jibrān had herself fucked me last night, so savagely, so wildly, nonstop.
I hadn’t fucked her.
I had only surrendered to her wild sexual assaults, whole night.
The entire female animal in her, had taken possession of her absolutely.
What the Papaji were thinking about her?
And it was not the end still now.
What the Papaji were thinking about her Ammījān too?
What the Papaji were thinking about her grossly uncultured family even consequently?
Musalmīn are already abused globally now, everywhere.
Numerous of them are global terrorists.
Most of them are adamantly against ultra modern high education.
All the Islamic Countries are heavily backwards.
Even Nādir Shāh Åbdālī was a Pakistani Musalmān.
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