KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 9

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

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Chapter 9

Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah

Durgesh Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan

My palms were holding Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān buttocks  still now.

“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, my darling, I love the way your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot squeezes around my Uncut Hindu Lund , so tight and grasping.”

“Thank you.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled, “Durgesh, I need you legally too.”

“What?”

“That’s right. I received a call from my elder sister, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah when I was with Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Vikram.”

“Oh,”

“I need your legal guidance and help.”

I smiled,

“I’m at your service, my darling.”

“You know Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī and I started Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops.”

“Yes, I know that.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty was making me push back into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah more and more, trying to get it inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

I chuckled again.

“What’s the matter Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?” I asked.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned in frustration, whimpering in need.

“Tell me what you want honey?” I smiled.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her face flush in embarrassment.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought about telling me that she wanted me to fuck her outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

She wanted me to fuck it hard with my Uncut Hindu Lund, after I fucked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot with my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She controlled herself and shifted her mind to her legal problem once again,

“We started Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops before Ruqayyah Bājī were married.”

“I know that too.” I smiled, “You each had half of the stock except a small block of five shares that you both gave to Nafīsah Salmān to qualify her so there’d be three on the board of directors.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

“You do remember?”

“Only because your Abbū, Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh, wanted me to be the third director instead of Nafīsah Salmān.”

“That was very brilliant of Abbū. We couldn’t understand it then. We―” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah paused to watch my reaction, “we suspected that it was your strategy to fuck both of us sisters.”

I didn’t comment, only smiled empathetically.

“When we offered the third directorship to Nafīsah Salmān Ammī, we didn’t know we were buying the enmity of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.”

“She is crazy.” I said curtly, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan hates her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, so much that she thinks everyone who has friendly relationships with Nafīsah Salmān, is ineludibly her enemy.”

“The problem is, Durgesh darling, that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is a big competitor. She controls the bulk of the retail flower business where we have our Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops. I’ve always liked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. She’s rather naïve in some respects. Yet Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has learned too much from you in last three years. You’re a multi zillionaire and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is also a zillionaire now.  She is herself a shrewd business woman, hard boiled, immensely tactful and with a great deal of native ability.”

“You are right, but where does she come into picture?” I asked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

I didn’t tell her that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was herself in need of me.

At night, after Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Vikram had gone, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had come here.*

The coupe purred up the winding highway.

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan’s dark eyes, usually so expressive, were now held in a hard focus of intense concentration as she guided the car around the curves.

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan was twenty five.

But her sister Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan used to say:

“Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan never looks her age. She either looks five years younger or three years older.”

At her side, I held the door handle.

It was so that swaying around the curves wouldn’t swing my weight over against my left elbow.

Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ had told me,

“It’ll be stiff for a while but it wouldn’t hurt. Try and work that stiffness out. Keep from jarring it as much as you can.”

A few hundred feet below the car, jumping from foam flecked rocks to dark, cool pools, a mountain stream churned over boulders, laughed back the sunlight in sparkling reflections, filled the canyon, the valley, with the sound of tumbling water.

The road crossed the mountain torrent on a suspension bridge.

It started a slanting climb up the other side of the canyon.

It mounted at length to a pine-clad plateau, highland.

“Tired?” I smiled at Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan.

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.

“Hey― certainly not. Never with you Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! A little worried, that’s all.”

Off to the left, the southern Ved Nagar sunlight turned the towering granite mountains into a dazzling brilliance.

It made the shadows below seem as blotches of ink.

The road wound along a plateau, a highland region.

The pine trees oozed there scent into the warm dry air.

Far off to the right, the heat haze that enveloped the lowlands looked like molten brass whipped up to a creamy consistency and poured into the valley.

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan negotiated a sharp turn.

She concentrated on the road entirely.

Then, on a brief straightaway, Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan flashed me a glance,

“I think you are tired instead. Almost your first day here and I drag you up here to Ammī’s cabin. Moreover, you had your talk at the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club too.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan insisted. I couldn’t help it.”

“I know.” Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan smiled vividly.

“Yet, I’m not tired, believe me.” I smiled too, “I’d just forgotten about this place.”

“Never say it when Ammī is present.” Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan laughed, “she always talk proudly how she spent the most precious moments of her life with you in this cabin.”

“It was a long time ago, Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan. I’m getting reacquainted with the places.”

“Didn’t your talk at the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club tire you?”

“Not me,” I laughed, “never. Maybe it tired the audience instead.”

“Nonsense. That’s not true. And you know me better that I can never mean it that way.”

“It’s all right, darling.”

“What did you tell them?”

“They wanted to feed me what the antiHindu media had fed them.”

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan smiled ingeniously.

“And what’s that?”

“The sold out, ever untrue, antiHindu media has tried its best to impress that Akhilesh Yadav, the thirty eight years old son of Mulayam Singh Yadav, is the real hero of these assembly elections in Goa, Punjab, Uttarakhand, Uttar Pradesh and Mañipur.”

“He isn’t?”

“What do you yourself think? Is he?”

“No.” Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan accepted, “I think actually B. C. Khanduri is the Man of these Assembly Elections in five states.”

“You too think it?” I smiled, “Why?”

“Akhilesh Yadav, the thirty eight years old son of Mulayam Singh Yadav, has used an already prepared background, prepared by his father Mulayam Singh Yadav. B. C. Khanduri couldn’t do it. His former chief minister of Uttarakhand had prepared a land of thorns for B. C. Khanduri. He was deputed to Uttarakhand to convert entire negative done by his former colleague, into positive.”

I watched Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan sophisticatedly.

“Keep it on. You are doing very good, I think.”

“Thank you. B. C. Khanduri didn’t have as much time as it was needed. Yet he succeeded in winning 31 seats against Indian National Congress’s 32.”

“Yes. I think your analysis is quite correct. If B. C. Khanduri had had optimum time, he would have certainly brought BJP into power once more, consecutively in Uttarakhand too.”

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan suddenly changed the subject.

Durgesh, are you going to help Ammī?”

“She has requested me to drop in and help her managing my affairs to make it at my earliest.”

“She needs you very much, Durgesh. She needs someone she can trust― not like― oh well.”

“Muħammad Qāsim, eh? Didn’t that turn out all right, Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan?”

“Let’s not talk about it.” Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan said jadedly, “No. It didn’t turn out all right, definitely. But Muħammad Qāsim was Qamarunnisā’ Muħammad Ħasan’s own choice. I’d rather not discuss it.”

I watched her keenly.

“I won’t tell Qamarunnisā’ Muħammad Ħasan that you discussed her husband Muħammad Qāsim with me.”

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan raised her eyebrows.

Durgesh, my sisters haven’t proved prudent enough to take care of themselves. Ammī is worried of their welfare. How the three of us tried to stop Qamarunnisā’ Muħammad Ħasan not to marry Muħammad Qāsim. But she charged us that we want her to join your bed.”

“Let’s not talk of the past now.”

“Why not? Isn’t the actual problem there in their past? Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah had married Muħammad Ůsmān. What Muħammad Ůsmān has done? Is he anyway better than Muħammad Qāsim?”

“Neither Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah nor her husband, Muħammad Ůsmān, is your problem.”

“The hell he isn’t.”

“What do you mean?”*

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan was there when Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was seated at her desk.

It was the glass-enclosed office of the Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah selected a blue crayon of exactly the right shade.

Clever at sketching, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah used crayons to help her visualize just how flower groupings would appear.

Now, with a rough sketch of Ħanīfah Åbbās dining room at her left, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was trying to get something.

Something that would go nicely with the excellent green candles Ħanīfah Åbbās intended to use for illumination.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan tapped on the glass.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked up and saw Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pushed her sketches to one side and nodded to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan that she might come in.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

She honored Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s permission as she did everything else, without any outward indication of what her thoughts might be, without any change in her pace.

Extremely beautiful Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never gave any indication how dangerous she might be to the persons not supporting her views.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew very well.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s one of the closest friends.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was against Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh and Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad movements.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never showed she was even more perilous than even a big boned man of hard muscles was.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had heard the rumors that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was actually a Parahuman.

Most of her friends believed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā herself and her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān was also a Parahuman Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Kħadījah Al Kubrahrz.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at these senseless rumors.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was thirty three only.

Yet, she was the most scared of Musalmān Beauty today.

A no nonsense, no compromise, feminist nudist One Man Woman Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was.

She hated the non-ardent Musalmīn to the extent that she preferred noble doer Hindus even on them, as Live in Relationship Partners, for entire Musalmān Beauties.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan didn’t have any faith in marriage institution at all.

She preferred Live in Relationship instead.

“Marriage institution was devised for the benefits of evil doer mankind only.” She used to say, “Why can’t every male be a noble doer?”

In last three years, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had achieved miraculous wealth and a virtual monopoly in so many businesses.

Beside my HVSI, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan also had her own countless organizations having herself the lifelong chairperson.

Especially, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had a virtual monopoly on Ved Nagar’s retail flower business.

She went to great pains to fit into the role of a successful businesswoman.

Her suits were well tailored, and her nails were carefully manicured and polished.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was always striking a note of incongruity.

“I always appreciate the women working late.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah also smiled in response.

“I nearly always work late. If it isn’t one thing, it’s another. Reports on the payroll, income tax, estimates, and a hundred things. Anyhow, it’s only seven o’clock now.”

“You’ve been having it pretty hard since Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, your Bājī, has stopped helping you optimum. Haven’t you?”

“Oh, I’m getting along all right.”

“How is your Bājī?”

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah?”

“Yes.”

“Enjoying her married life with Muħammad Ůsmān a lot better.”

“Proving successfully thus that your Ammī and you were wrong?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan judiciously.

“Do you really believe it?”

“Nonsense. I know it was your formal answer. Actually, Muħammad Ůsmān has proved himself to be a nuisance.”

“He is Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī’s headache.”

“You’ve three stores here at Ved Nagar. Haven’t you?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled courteously.

“Yes.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah observed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ingeniously.

She knew Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was thoroughly familiar.

Not thoroughly familiar with the stores and their locations but generally with the amount of business they did too.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

“Well, I sort of thought it might be a good plan to invest a little money with you Muħammad Åbdullah sisters.”

“What do you mean?”

“Some stock in your corporation.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled and shook her head.

“Thank you Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā. But we are getting along all right. This is a very small very close corporation.”

“Perhaps it ain’t as close as you think it is.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan suggested significantly.

“Close enough.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled, “Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī and I have all the stock between us.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān eyes twinkled out at her from under equally beautiful eyebrows,

“Tut tut, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. You’ll have to think again.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah frowned for a moment, then laughed,

“Oh, that’s right. There’s a certificate of five shares that was given to your Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, when we incorporated. We needed three on the board of directors. That stock was just to qualify your Ammī as a director.”*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pulled a folded stock certificate from her purse,

“Well, it was really very difficult to have that stock transferred to my name. However, Nafīsah Salmān is my own Ammī. I know her more than any of you girls.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was dumbfounded.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan went on to say,

“By hook or crook, whatsoever you think of me, I took over the stock. You can transfer this certificate on the books and issue me a new one on my own name. Will you please?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah frowned.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan turned the certificate over in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hands.

“Reckon you’ll find it all in order.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “endorsement all okay an’ everything.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah put the stock certificate down on the desk.

She looked up at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan frankly.

“Look here, you anti Musalmīn Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān bitch. I don’t believe that you are a Parahuman. I laugh at the rumors that you are Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā. You can’t be ever. What’s common there between Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā and a feminist nudist Musalmān bitch like you? Nothing, I say. You are exactly opposite what Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā was.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan only smiled ingeniously.

“I don’t like this.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “It isn’t fair. I don’t know just what you have in mind. Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī has herself brought it to show me to what extent you are trying to destroy us.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah advanced a newspaper to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

She indicated an advertisement there:

‘You stockholders of the HLMC Global Development & Exploration Company Ved Nagar  invested your money because you wanted to make money. You wanted money for yourselves, your children, and your heirs.

What are you getting?

Aside from a stroke of pure luck, what has Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah done for you?

She says she is “pyramiding”.

She says she is “building”.

She says she is laying a “firm foundation”.

That’s not the way the most expert operators in the business, look at it.

These people say Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah is laying an egg.

You are entitled to a run for your money.

You’re entitled to action.

You want to make a profit now, next year, and the year after, not ten years or twenty years from now.

Mail your proxy to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, care Proxy Holders Board of Salvage.

And, then, with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in the saddle, watch things begin to hum.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan believes in results, not promises.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan believes in action, not idle planning; in decisions, not daydreaming; in performing, not hoping.’

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.

“What do you want to imply?”

“Nothing to imply.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly, “I am saying you expressly, not implying. You’re a competitor. We don’t want you snooping in our business. Nafīsah Salmān Ammī shouldn’t have transferred that stock. I suppose she couldn’t very well have helped herself under the circumstances. Yet I want you to know where we stand.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled unflappably.

“I know Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, business is business. You overlooked a bet on that stock, and I didn’t. I like you. I want you to like me. Yet anytime you make a business mistake an’ I can cash in on it, I’m to do it.”

“Aren’t you already a Live in Relationship Partner of a multi zillionaire? Aren’t you already a zillionaire yourself?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan tersely.

“That’s not the matter. I believe in gaining more and more power for myself to promote my own values. I don’t want to be dependent on Durgesh even most of us Musalmān Beauties auspiciously do.”

“So you accept you aren’t a Parahuman? Aren’t Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā?”

“That I always leave on yourself to decide.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cleverly, “Neither your belief in me can strengthen me anymore nor your incredulity.”

“I’m trying to understand you.”

“You are most welcome. Millions of Musalmān Beauties are trying to understand me nowadays. I did it in only three years of my Live in Relationship with Durgesh. My Ammī couldn’t do it.”

“Your Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān Ammī, is a jewel of us Musalmān Beauties. You can’t even reach her moral height ever.”

“I never wanted to. Don’t worry. What I was telling you is that it’s business. You know we would work out a deal on the rest of that stock. You could stay on here. You can even manage it. I’d take fifty one percent and―”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah raised her hand to stop Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

“Let me complete my offer dearie. You could make just as much money as you’re doing now. Why aren’t you progressive? You have to lose nothing. You are instead having unlimited capital back of you for expansion. My zillion, Durgesh’s multi zillions. I’d make a good partner.”

Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī has already told me how good a partner you’ve proved for her.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said tartly.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been a disruptive influence in HLMC Global Development & Exploration Company Ved Nagar ab initio. Finally, there had been a showdown before the board of directors. According to the Proxy Holders Board of Salvage, it was simply a stroke of luck that the HLMC Global Development & Exploration Company Ved Nagar had been right in the middle of the Turkey Ridge pool.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

She didn’t contradict what Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was saying in her Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī’s defense.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah went on.

“After that pool came in, Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī could have declared big dividends, pushed up the value of the stock. Instead, she had chosen to put the money into other holdings potentially as big as the Turkey Ridge pool. You lost to convince the board of directors. Didn’t you?”

“Your Bājī, Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah, has succeeded in filling the board of directors with her own paid persons. That’s why I’m after Proxy battle. That’s the only way now to show those blind witted persons what I’m proposing to them.”

“I don’t believe you. Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī doesn’t believe you. The board of directors of HLMC Global Development & Exploration Company Ved Nagar doesn’t believe you.”

“Let me show them that the stockholders believe me.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

“That’s neither here nor there. No, thank you. We’re doing fine as it is.”

“Well,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “All you three sisters, Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, and you Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah are worthless as far as the progress beyond limit is concerned. Anyway, will you please enter the stock transfer of those five shares?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched her deviously.

“What are you trying to do in my corporation?”

“Nothing.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed with a ingenuousness that was patiently assumed, “I promise you not to interfere with your work. I’ll be a silent partner. Okay? Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! how difficult it is even to lead someone to her own progress. Go ahead and make a lot of money. Now that I have an interest, I like to see executives working late.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan chuckled and raised her extremely beautiful frame from the chair.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan lumber down the aisle of the flower shop.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew very well what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was really after.

She wanted NDA Government at the center too.

It was rumored that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad was also supporting Anna Hazare and his team in compelling UPA II government to resign.

Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club and Ashvinātam Gangbang Club were also supporting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew very well that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s keen eyes, under those thirty three years old extremely beautiful ardent feminist nudist Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān eyebrows, missed no detail.

She was worried that her sixteen extremely beautiful feminist nudist aunts, the sixteen sisters of her own father, Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh, were also equally ardent feminist nudists as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was confident that her aunts were with Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah never believed it.

She was surer now.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had her ardent supporters in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own household.

While Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t have any strong supporter in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s household, neither in her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, nor in her Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh movement.

For some minutes, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sat in deep thought.

Then she put away her sketches.

She called her personal assistant, Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah.

“Close up at nine thirty, Umm Kulsūm. I won’t be back.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah!” Umm Kulsūm addressed her.

“Yes, Umm Kulsūm.”

“Why Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is so after our family?”

“You are my elder sister.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at her, “Yet don’t worry till your younger sister is in charge here.”

“Fātimah, you look worried to me.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is not a joke. However, I’d manage. You don’t worry Umm Kulsūm Bājī.”*

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah paused for a moment to survey herself in the full-length mirror near the front of the store.

She was not herself less beautiful than Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Should she try to attract Durgesh’s attention herself?

Well, Durgesh was her aunts’ Live in Relationship Partner.

Yet, she hadn’t seen Durgesh for a long time.

Along with an extremely beautiful figure, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had the experience acquired through seven years of building up a remunerative business.

The experience had made Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah alert mentally and physically.

It had given her a certain aura of dynamic efficiency that kept her muscles hard, firm, and free of excess unnecessary flesh.

Only a worker could have had her alert efficiency and trim lines.*

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah watched her younger sister, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, out of the door.

Her eyes were somewhat bitter.

Yet they were slightly contemplative too.

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah represented dynamic youth.

She was two years elder to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

But she was more vivacious than Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah  was.

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes  were the explosive forces of new wine.

Being even younger to Umm Kulsūm, Fātimah had the mature individuality of a vintage wine.

It was only natural for Umm Kulsūm that she possessed beauty, impatient of the “slow but sure” recipe for success.

Umm Kulsūm asked herself the question,

‘What’s Fātimah got that I haven’t?’

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah asked this question not as a query.

She asked it as a groping, as a probing, attempt to define personality.

Yet the matters philosophical were far removed from Umm Kulsūm’s mental environment.

She opened a drawer in the counter.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had slipped Umm Kulsūm a box of candy as she came in.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t see what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had given to her elder sister Umm Kulsūm.

She must have been more cautious of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and more vigilant of Umm Kulsūm.

She had under estimated the treacherous prowess of both the smart Musalmān Beauties.

She didn’t know it was a fatal mistake.

She didn’t know Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was too friendly with Umm Kulsūm that it was detrimental to their business.

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah took out the box of candy and bit into a chocolate.*

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan remembered that insulated under the canopy of low clouds the damp breadth of the snowfall almost felt warm to Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan under the covers in bed with me.

Twenty or more inches of powdery fresh snow blanketed the New England woods around the cabin, and snowflakes still falling the muffled early morning stirred her awake.

Brimming with sleepy excitement, she delighted in the enchanting winter wonderland just outside the cabin window.

Surrounded by the profound stillness, her arms at her sides, her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs together, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan just laid there perfectly still the first few moments.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan loved the snow, being at the cabin, being in my bed I asleep next to her.

The Hindu man most of the extremely beautiful horniest Musalmān Beauties dream of ever was available to her.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan was proud of it and why shouldn’t she be?

Her shoulder was warm against mine.

Her nineteenth birthday was just a week away.

It was one more factor for Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan to be proud of.

She had won me when I was sixty three and she was only due to be nineteen.

What an experienced, or rather sexperienced Hindu she had managed to get for her.

No wonder even her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girlfriends were jealous of Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan rolled her shoulders together her nipples and breasts humming, a warm buttery was tingling between her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d just awakened to a dream.

She was whispering to me,

“Touch me Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! nnnnggh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! feels so good, Mérī Jān. don’t stop Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!, it feels so good,”

I was leaning over her.

Her nightie was pulled from her bare shoulders.

“Allah, yā Allah! Oh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

I was squeezing her puffy hot nipples.

Squeezing her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts in my utmost experienced, utmost expert, Hindu  hands, I smiled at Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan.

“Squeeze them Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu  Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Allah, yā Allah! Ohhhh God Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Yy, yesss, squeeze my nipples, Mérī Jān.”

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan touched the damp heat of her throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy  through her nightgown wanting more than anything for it to not be just a dream.

When she closed her eyes, she could still feel the sensations of my fingers, my warm Hindu palm on her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts.

The tingling feeling was still deep in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān belly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized slipping under the blankets and waking me, sucking me into her warm wet extremely beautiful young adult Musalmān mouth,

“Nnnn, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I want your Uncut Hindu Lund, in…my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān  mouth,”

Her tremendously attractive ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was flooding wet to the thought, sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan smiled,

“You like it, when I suck you, don’t you Mérī Jān,”

Thrilling herself, my fingers in her hair, I was pulling her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth to my swollen thick Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Allah, yā Allah! Ohhh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Yesss, fuck my little Musalmān mouth. Cum in my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, Mérī Jān. Let your little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl make you feel good, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined both of us were moaning her taking me deep in her throat lavishing my Uncut Hindu Lund with her tongue, then 69’ing me kissing her creamy hot little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

How Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d go wild sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund as I kissed her.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized me whimpering growling half-awake how much I loved fucking her warm little mouth,

“Ohhh lil baby, yesss, suck my Uncut Hindu Lund, that’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

My fingers were pulling through her hair.

I was whimpering in our private little world.

How good she was, my lil baby.

Our secret, that she was sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund, making love to my Uncut Hindu Lund.

my ashvinātam little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, my little lover sucking my throbbing hot hard Uncut Hindu Lund, sucking me into her warm young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth under the covers where no one would see.

Dreamily sleepy Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan raised her nightgown, above her silky thin panties, and lightly pressed her fingers into her wet little slit.

Gushing out a hot quivering breath, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan slipped her hand under the delicate waistband and almost came touching her smooth shaven creamy Musalmān wetness.

The feeling was extraordinary.

Her ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān pelvis was lifting to her fluttering fingers, her breaths fluttering in tandem when her handsome Hindu lover woke and started to get up trying to be quiet to not wake her.

She pretended to still be asleep as I stood braving the stark cold room to start a fire.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan reached out to touch my shoulder to stop me but pulled her hand back as I moved beyond her reach.

Sliding her hand back under the covers, brushed her fingers through her creamy pink Musalmān slit.

Her tender little hips barely raising and lowering as she drew in a breath, picturing my bottom in her hands, her Hindu lover, her lover between her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs, her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs spread for me, wrapped ankles wrapped around my calves.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined pulling me deeper into her, my huge thick Uncut Hindu Lund fucking hot and thick inside her,

“Nnn Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! yesss, fuck me, fuck your little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan was so urgent and aroused, she gushed into the blankets words that could make her cum.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized me looking into her like a wild animal, me leaning to squeeze her full firm breasts,

“Nnnghh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! my nipples Mérī Jān, squeeze them…for me Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” her swollen hot nipples, her aching hot nipples, me fucking my swollen thick Uncut Hindu Lund into her tight wet throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt  harder deeper faster stretching her open.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized me growling,

“That’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, fuck my Uncut Hindu Lund, lil baby, yessss take my Uncut Hindu Lund, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, let Durgesh darling, téré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of you Musalmān Beauties, make my big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl cum, cum on My Uncut Hindu Lund, my sexy little lover extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

Her fingers were brushing faster over her swollen little clit,

“My little baby, so tight, so soft, mmmm, lil baby, that’s right, be my big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

Images of mine that I was squeezing her hot aching swollen breasts into my hot Hindu masculine palms; she was fucking her own Hindu lover, squeezing me inside her.

Little young adult Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan pictured her Hindu lover in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth again, she sucking me again,

“You love my warm little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, don’t you Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! the way I suck you, pulling on you like this, don’t you Mérī Jān? your big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl is sucking you. the way I use my ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān tongue, my warm little mouth,”

her favorite fantasy, was her looking up into my eyes, “her little mouth,” me deep in her throat, loving giving me such pleasure, “fucking your little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl’s warm little mouth,” she quivered all over, wanting me to hold her firmly by her hair, me cumming in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, her sucking me so hard, pulling on me, swallowing all of my hot ashvinātam Hindu cum.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan replayed the image again and again, seeing herself milking my Uncut Hindu Lund, building, jacking my Uncut Hindu Lund, “Allah, yā Allah! Ohhh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” she purred under her breath fantasizing the copious amounts of my Hindu cum, loving me in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, “my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” making herself cum to the thought of me in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, sucking me, her little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy   quivering hot, making love to my Uncut Hindu Lund, wanting my Hindu seed,

“Cum into my mouth Mérī Jān, my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! wherever you want Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! fuck my little mouth Mérī Jān, nggghh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Fuck my little mouth,” she whimpered so hotly under her breath her body shook into the blankets, so her Hindu lover couldn’t hear.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined her pulling on my Uncut Hindu Lund, sucking me so hard the look on my face, my gripping her by her hair, exploding in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth,

“Ohhhh little baby,” I’d groan, “yesss, swallow my cum, baby, suck me baby, suck my Uncut Hindu Lund. That’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, swallow my cum baby, ohhh Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, lil baby, such a good little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl for me, my…big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl.”

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan stared at my broad shoulders my wide back my bottom me so palpable under the loose flannel of my soft cottony pajamas.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan loved my Hindu strength, the way I moved; Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan recalled her tracing my two tattoos with her finger, one on my bicep, the other on my shoulder, me telling her their symbolism, the importance of their meaning for me.

She watched me light the fire, and rolled over onto her stomach, on top of the heat where her Hindu lover had been laying, pressed her swollen aching breasts, her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān belly, her throbbing ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mound into my warmth, my lingering Hindu scent filling her with desire, a safe, luxurious warmth.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined lying on top of me, then kissing, my tongue in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth,

“Kiss me lil baby,” I’d whimper, “ohhh little baby, you’re so hot, so sexy,” her humping her shiny slippery wet bare mound against mine hard aching Uncut Hindu Lund, “that’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,” her wriggling on top of her Hindu lover, “Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!’s…big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

Her gorgeous excellent exquisite big Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān buttocks  were involuntarily rocking against the warm linens.

Her fingers were slipping in and out of her wet little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” she hissed under her breath imagining me inside her, stretching her open, her moaning out, “nnngghuh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Fuck me, your — your big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Allah, yā Allah! Ohhh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Squeeze my nipples, Mérī Jān,”

Both her arms were under her, both her hands, her fingers were strumming over her throbbing little clit, subtly, covertly pushing in and out of her soft creamy wet little cunny, hidden from her Hindu lover heightening the intensity of her arousal,

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! ohhhh Goddd Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” cumming on her fingers, her entire body was taut, shaking, trying to not moan out loud.

Thinking she was still asleep, her Hindu lover moved about the cabin unselfconsciously tending to the fire, thoughts of Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan in the bedroom, my little young adult Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan making me unbearably hard.

I’d woken to her feminine scent the lovely smell of her hair, her warmth right next to me and made myself get up.

In those first few instants of being awake my Uncut Hindu Lund was already throbbing hot hard, my balls tingling and warm needing release.

Lying next to incredibly sexy Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan  I’d fantasized how easily I could just pull her on top of me, raise her nightie, grip her tight big bottom in my utmost experienced, utmost expert, Hindu  hands, fuck my hugely hard Uncut Hindu Lund into Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, my Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, my little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, bury my raging hard Uncut Hindu Lund into my little baby’s warm little tight wet throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .

I imagined her soft little voice, what her moans would sound like,

“Nnn, fuck me Mérī Jān, your…big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

My Uncut Hindu Lund was aching throbbing hard,

“Nnngguhhh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! ohhh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! yeah, so big in me Mérī Jān, yeah, deeper, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! In me, Mérī Jān.”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, how many times had I fantasized her sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund, her warm young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth,

“yesss, fuck my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, Mérī Jān, cum in my warm little Musalmān mouth, let me make you cum, Mérī Jān,” my hands in her hair, her sucking me off, “cummm Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” me cumming in Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s hot sucking eager little mouth, her fingers wrapped around my Uncut Hindu Lund, her cupping my balls as I exploded as Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan swallowed all of me fucking me with her beautiful little mouth, the same breaths Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d read poetry aloud to me from, the same glimmering excitement in her eyes, the same warm glow her looking so deeply into my eyes.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan could see my breaths in the cold room and closed her eyes when I turned to look back into the bedroom at her in my big bed.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan caught her breath seeing my grand Hindu erection tenting the front of my flannel pajamas.

still laying on her stomach, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan pressed her fingers deep into her swollen wet little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan watched me take off my flannel pajama shirt, and felt herself cumming again.

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah Subħān Allah how hot her Hindu Piyā was.

Her sixty three years old Hindu Piyā.

While she herself was not even nineteen complete yet.

Yet Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan knew very well.

She was not alone yet to be nineteen who dreamed of Durgesh.

Countless Jet Musalmān Beauties were dreaming of me.

Even fucking me shamelessly.

Durgesh has proven age immaterial as far as the sex is concerned.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined us being lovers, Hindu lover and Musalmān beloved, her Hindu man looking after her building a fire for her; Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan felt warm all over with love and a hungry lusty desire for her Hindu lover.

Looking out from under her eyelashes, sure I wasn’t looking in her direction.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan studied my bare chest, imagined her fingers trailing through my chest hair, touched her fingers through her creamy wet little slit, waited for me to pull down my pajama bottoms, to see my erect ashvinātam Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of Musalmān Beauties!’s-Uncut Hindu Lund.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined rubbing her bare cheek on my chest, smelling my scent, her big Musalmān bottom pushing up, in rhythm with her fingers fucking into her dripping wet little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Cunny, just barely, so I wouldn’t notice her fucking her warm little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Thinking of me, strumming her fingers through her pink little slit her fingers burying in her slippery, creamy wet humming little slit, her gorgeous excellent exquisite big Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks pressing, rolling, so soft warm.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized the feel of the warmth of my Hindu male skin against hers.

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts and nipples were tingling in my strong Hindu arms holding her to me.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized me pushing her against the cabin wall, me raising her nightgown, me pushing my hot hard throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund into her, me fucking Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, my little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, my big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, me taking her from behind, me cupping her hot aching tits in my utmost experienced, utmost expert, Hindu  hands, my grunts and hot breath.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan saw herself pushing up on her tiptoes, to kiss me, her rubbing herself on me, pressing against my Uncut Hindu Lund,

“Kiss me, Mérī Jān,” Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d whimpered, “I want you, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan saw herself rubbing on me through her nightgown, her naked underneath, just like the Musalmān beloved and her Durgesh darling, in one of the stories, in the book Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d found packed in one of the moving boxes.

How I let my nineteen-year-old Musalmān beloved climb into my bed, how Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan laid on my belly, my chest, how Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan would make me hard just laying on me, whimpering in a little voice,

“nnn Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! let me…be your big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,” making her Hindu lover hard, and as I got hard, how Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan would rock her ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān pelvis, her nightdress pushing up, her bare belly, her bare little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy   sliding along the full length of my erection so soft and hard, my entering her, warm wet gliding in and out through the lips of her swollen hot little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Cunny.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined herself sliding like that on her Hindu lover.

Her nightie was pulled up.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was slipping inside her, just the head at first, her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān belly, her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts her bare groin so warm hot on my hard Uncut Hindu Lund.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan loved the part in the story where the extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl on the verge of cumming whimpered,

“Mérī Jān, I…I want you in my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I…want to suck you, I want you to fill my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Can I Mérī Jān?”

The Hindu lover in the story let her, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan sucking me so deep into her warm wet willing little mouth, her cumming sucking me, my holding her by her hair, fucking my little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl’s mouth, cumming in Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s eager hot sucking little Musalmān mouth.

The story made Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan squeeze her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs together.

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts had swollen her nipples pushing into the blankets.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan wanted to make her Hindu lover hard, her pulling on my Uncut Hindu Lund in her little hands, looking up into my eyes, her taking me in her warm soft Musalmān mouth.

She quivered under the blankets imagining my hands on her head, in her hair, holding her as Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan sucked me, my throbbing hard Uncut Hindu Lund, making me cum in her warm young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, milking my Uncut Hindu Lund with her warm young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah Subħān Allah! Ohhh god, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan whimpered into the pillows, cumming on her fingers in my big bed, me just across the room.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan was fantasizing over and again sucking me, how Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d please me like that every night under the covers.

When she opened her eyes again I’d already changed into my clothes and was going out the door to get more firewood icy and buried under the heavy bulk of powdery new snow.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan took the opportunity alone to bring herself to a quaking, wracking orgasm, imagining her Hindu lover climbing onto her from behind, straddling her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs, her warm little bottom pushed up into my warmth, my growling,

“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! You need your little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

My legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund was entering her, my Uncut Hindu Lund into her, taking her from behind,

“Mmm, lil baby, so warm around My Uncut Hindu Lund. That’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, push back, lil baby, you feel so good baby, make Durgesh darling feel good with your tight little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy   baby, mmm. You like my big Uncut Hindu Lund, don’t you sweetie,”

Taking her from behind, trapping her under my weight, “you like My big Uncut Hindu Lund inside you, don’t you lil baby? Let Durgesh darling, your Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties! have you lil baby”

My Hindu thrusts were continued against her tight big Musalmān bottom.

Her answer, was a guttural quivering,

“Yesss,”

My thick throbbing hard Uncut Hindu Lund was thrusting into her,

“Fuck me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

The bed was shaking as she begged for more.

Cumming all over my hot hard pulsating thick throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund, as I exploded inside her, rope after rope of my ashvinātam hot Hindu cum was splashing inside her, my little yet young adult extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lover.

Lighting the fire, the heat from the flames was on my arms and chest reminded me of how last night sitting on the bed Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan came up to me, stood between my open knees like a lover would.

So sweet in her crisp white nightie how warm and soft Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan felt as I took her in my Hindu arms.

How beautiful Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan was, how intelligent, the depth in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān eyes as I looked up at her and we looked into one another.

Her so aromatic feminine Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān warmth under her nightie, her firm breasts pressing out through her nightie, how they jostled, how my Uncut Hindu Lund stirred swollen aching hard.

The way she moved reminded me of her Ammī, Al Ghausiyah Al Åbbās, straddling me in bed, her sliding against mine Uncut Hindu Lund.

How her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān eyes would close, how her face would turn skyward.

How a slight smile would turn her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth just so.

How her red crimson extremely beautiful quivering young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lips would part.

How her movements would smooth.

How Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan would cling to me, my little bear, whimpering,

“Mmmnnn, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

Her gorgeous excellent exquisite big Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks were slowing to little rocking movements, her pretending, “feels, so good Mérī Jān.”

I’d just smile back at her glowing on my Hindu lap, her hugging me,

“I love you, baby, so much,”

And she kissed me warmly on the lips, staring into my eyes smiling,

“My ever sexy Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

Her Hindu ‘husband’s’ Uncut Hindu Lund was still so hard between her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs, wet with her cum as Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan slipped me inside her,

“Nnngggh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! so big, Mérī Jān, let me make you feel good Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

A young Musalmān woman now, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s weight was on one leg.

Her hip rested against my chest, leaning in toward me sitting on the bed her small hands on my shoulders, I breathed in her fragrance.

A freshly bathed powdery soft scent that made me remember years ago, the same fragrance coming from the bath I shared with her other numerous sisters.

That fragrance, to this day was one of the most erotic scents I could imagine.

A woman’s bath, her wet and glistening, in this case her other young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān sisters showering, bathing, washing their hair, the smell of shampoo, that indistinct sweet flowery feminine perfume.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was throbbing hard pointed directly up at Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s Musalmān crotch through her gown, me hugging her to me, breathing in Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s sweet feminine scent; Eīshān, how I loved her, Eīshān, how I wanted her.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has succeeded ultimately to making me hungry to fuck Jet Musalmān Beauties very much.

Even I can’t deny it now.

That was the reason she made her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad even to rape me everywhere shamelessly if I didn’t agree to fuck them.

Being raped by her extremely beautiful Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad  everywhere every now and then, ultimately my subconscious mind had accepted it a normal happening.

Now it was normal for me to fuck a Jet Musalmān Beauty.

There was nothing abnormal for me now in it.

Was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan really Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā?

Chapter 10

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam



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