Midterm 2012: 22

Midterm  2012

Durgesh

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Chapter 22

DurgeshÅāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl

Durgesh Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī

Durgesh Kħālidah Åbbās

They were drowning in the heat of July as the sun was beating down, since early morning.

Sometime in the afternoon, her friend showed up.

They were prancing about now, in and out of the pool.

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī had been Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s friend ab initio when Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was a child.

Even now they were closer than ever.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl did have many friends, but none was as close as Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī.

She could hear Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s parents talking loud from the kitchen as they made their usual disagreement.

At their just adult, just eighteen young ages, neither Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl nor Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī could understand why the most parents raised their voices when discussing something they had difference of opinions in.

At that young age, the children have entirely other priorities to think of.

They can’t understand, usually, the ego and reputation problems, their parents have between them.

Neither, could they understand the universal truth that no two persons, whether spouses or else, could ever have no difference of opinions between them.

Yet, why blame the young children for it?

Even Kħālidah Åbbās, my comparatively mature Live in Relationship Partner, even; couldn’t understand this universal truth.

She used to raise her voice, to win over me, even while she was entirely wrong.

Consequently, I had no other option except to raise my voice myself, more than she used to have.

I couldn’t control Kħālidah Åbbās’s brilliant and smart daughters otherwise.

It was my compulsion.

It was unfortunate that out of thirteen daughters, Kħālidah Åbbās had, none understood my compulsion.

They thought their Ammī, Kħālidah Åbbās, was right.

It was my masculine ego that I refused to give Kħālidah Åbbās her proper place in my life and even in Kħālidah Åbbās’s own household.

They were entirely wrong, yet due to utmost erroneous interpretations of the marital relations by the West, the daughters were adamant that I had unjustified masculine ego over their Ammījān, the ever misunderstood, the ever unjustifiably treated, the ‘even then still ever devoted to me’, Kħālidah Åbbās, the ‘ever maltreated poor’ Musalmān woman.

Ultimately, as clockwork, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl heard Ammī’s car take off from the driveway.

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī and Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl became somewhat quiet.

Unable to hear the entire discussion between us, neither of them knew what was going on.

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī was wiser somewhat.

She asked,

“Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl, I don’t get it. Why your Ammī, Kħālidah Åbbās Kħālājān, is so stupid? Your real Abbū, Aħmad Kamāl Siddīq uncle, has already left both of you. Now what does your never understanding Ammī, Kħālidah Åbbās want? Durgesh uncle should also leave both of you?  ”

“Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī,” Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl interrupted her friend impatiently,

“Ammī says she was in love with Durgesh. My Abbū Aħmad Kamāl Siddīq married her on the name of Islam only.”

“On the name of Islam only?” Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī laughed, “You mean Kħālidah Åbbās Kħālājān married Aħmad Kamāl Siddīq uncle only because he was a Musalmān?”

“Yes, of course. Why are you laughing?” Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was surprised somewhat.

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī kept laughing,

“You mean Kħālidah Åbbās Kħālājān rejected Durgesh only because Durgesh was a Hindu? How absurd. How incredible. How foolish. How self-detrimental. Allah, I can’t ever believe a woman, as highly educated, as sophisticated as Kħālidah Åbbās Kħālājān is, could be so stupid ever.”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl smiled,

“Now I get you. Kambakħt, in those days, there was no legal Live in Relationship allowed. Durgesh was already married with Saiyadah Fātimah PhD. What could Ammī do, except marrying someone else?”

“I see.”

“As soon as Live in Relationship became a legal privilege, Ammī left Aħmad Kamāl Siddīq Abbū, and started living with Durgesh openly.”

“Then why quarrel with Durgesh even now?”

“Well, she blames Durgesh for preferring Saiyadah Fātimah PhD on her.”

“Well, there’s a point I think. Kħālidah Åbbās Kħālājān suffered from Durgesh’s marriage with Saiyadah Fātimah PhD. However, Your Hindu dad, Durgesh, is a fine piece of meat and she is off constantly with her social and political activities. How stupid. Mérī Jān, Durgesh is a twenty-four-hours-job in himself. Allah, what a man, yaar! I envy your Ammījān.”

“Midterm 2012 campaigns are on the peak. Ammī has to retain her parliamentary seat, idiot.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl smiled.

“I wish I could have your Hindu dad, I would let him do anything he wanted to me and beg for more.” Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī was holding onto the other side of stair hand railing at the edge of the pool.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl knew it was no big secret that Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Ammī, Kħālidah Åbbās, had intense political involvement.

That did not take her by surprise.

It was the way she was describing Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Hindu Dad.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl knew she was right, but Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl never really thought about it.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Hindu Dad had been the only Dad Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl knew since she was a child.

I was not Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s biological Dad, but I was her Dad for every sense of the word to her.

I suppose, part of the reason, I was so attractive to Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s friends, was I was not old and crusty.

Actually, I was much younger than Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Ammī, Kħālidah Åbbās too.

But I was still older than Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl by twelve years.

Twelve years?

Some persons claimed fourteen years according to my electoral record.

Well, Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī thought I was eighteen only, not even twenty-eight.

“You are crazy.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl laughed, “I think you are in love with my Hindu dad, Durgesh.”

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī winked at her friend,

“Kambakħt, if you are right, start calling me ‘Ammījān’.”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl awarded Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī with her fist on her back.

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī avoided it by dodging her.

It was too painful to admit, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Dad was more to Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl than even Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Ammī was.

I had always made time to do things, and never barked about Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s mistakes.

I argued it was common in her age.

Kħālidah Åbbās didn’t agree with me and she used to charge me,

Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, I’m an old woman now. I can understand. You love my young Musalmān daughters more now.”

“Nonsense, Kħālidah Åbbās, they are my stepdaughters too.”

Stepdaughters, not daughters.”

“What do you mean?”

“Can you deny your other so many stepdaughters are now openly your Live in Relationship Partners too, as well as their Ammīs are?”

“No,” I replied patiently, “so you think my relationship with your Musalmān daughters is not platonic?”

Kħālidah Åbbās looked at me.

Then sighed,

“How lucky you are, Durgesh.”

“Sālī,” I hugged her, “what do you mean?”

My Uncut Hindu Lund had hardened for Kħālidah Åbbās as soon as I hugged her.

She felt it on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt itself.

Her head was suddenly raised up with self-pride.

“Thank you. You still think this way of me.”

“You are not an old woman, yaar. How many times I have to show you I still need you sexually.”

“Thanks for the wildest last night. And you are still ready for me.”

“Isn’t it enough proof that I still love to have sex with you?”

“Thank you. I’m grateful to you.”

“My relations with your Musalmān daughters are simply platonic, Kħālidah Åbbās. Believe me.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

“No clandestine fucking?”

“Nonsense!”

“They are too beautiful, Durgesh.”

“Yes, I do agree.”

“Yet, you want to believe me you haven’t fucked them?”

“Yes,” I looked bravely into her eyes.

Kħālidah Åbbās sighed.

“Haven’t you ever noticed how they look at you?”

“Kħālidah Åbbās!”

“Those eyes are not of your stepdaughters, Durgesh. Those eyes belong to the young women who are desperately in love with you.”

“I know. I’m sorry. Tell me what can I do in the matter to please you?”

“They would rape you if you kept avoiding them.”

“Suggest me another course.”

“Stop avoiding them.”

“But but some of them even grab my penis, yaar.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“Yes, I keep watch on them. They inherited such genes from their extremely horny Ammīs. All of them are now themselves your Live in Relationship Partners. Yet, they don’t live with their own Ammīs. They live with me, while I’m not their real mother. I’m their stepmother.”

“I appreciate your love for them, Kħālidah Åbbās. It’s not easy to win the love and confidence of some other women’s daughters, while their own Ammīs are still alive and available to them whenever they want to.”

“That’s the problem, Durgesh. I don’t want to fail in my duties to them as their own mothers have failed already.”

“You won’t, darling, ever.”

“You think so?”

“I think so.”

“Are you with me?”

“I’m always with you.”

“Kill me Durgesh, if I become unbearable to you ever. But promise me you won’t leave me ever. I don’t want to die crying for you.”

“You won’t.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”***

I took the time to talk to Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl about her life and always came to events in her life.

We would always spend time together even if it was something trivial.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Ammī never seemed to have time for her.

She was more attentive to her stepdaughters, instead of her only real daughter, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl.

She was off here and there and her career was more important than anything.

“Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl,” Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī was trying to get Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s attention from staring into the pool water, lost in Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s thoughts. “Look, your Hindu dad is out on the deck in swim trunks. Do you think he needs me to put some sun lotion on his tender skin?” Reaching down between her legs Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī lowered her hand into her bikini bottom.

With her other, hand she rubbed her chest flashing her nipples, to Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl in the privacy of the pool.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl watched her for a second and said,

“Come down to earth – Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Dad is not going to have anything to do with a silly girl even if you are eighteen. Just face the fact before you make a fool of yourself. He likes older Musalmān women.”

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī said,

“I know, but at least I can dream.”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl smiled,

“Yeah, go ahead and dream all you want. Just don’t do anything dumb.”

Looking back over at me she found me now reclined.

My skin rippled over the firm muscles in my stomach and my chest heaved every time I breathed.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s own thoughts were suddenly sexy as she looked and noticed for the first time the slight Hindu bulge at my groin where the thin material settled over my privates.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was now aroused from only displaying what I was, a man.

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī up to no good, again said,

“Do you think your Dad would notice if I pull my bottoms over like this and go say ‘hi’?”

She Slid her bikini bottom, so it was lopsided and half over her shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab young Wahābī Musalmān Pussy .

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī stood up on the stairs.

Her body was out of the water.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl slapped her leg hard and with a tone of grieving anger, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl said,

“Cut it out, you Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān slut!”

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī winked at Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl,

“Slut to your Hindu Dad? Wow!”

“Shame on you.”

“I’m shameless, darling.”

“Mar béħayā.”

“What’s ħayā?”

“Stupid.”

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī squatted back down to the water and said,

“You know I am only teasing, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl, I wouldn’t do that.” Sticking her tongue out in a sexual way lifting and lowering it, looking over at me.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl said,

“I know you’re a chicken shit, I wasn’t too worried. Besides, he wouldn’t notice. He is too much in love with that bitch, his Live in Relationship Partner I mean.” She pushed off the steps to flutter back in the water.

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī said,

“Chicken?” And stood up briskly and sauntered over to Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Hindu Dad, me.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl could see for the brief Moment Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī still had the bikini, way of the covering of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab young Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

I could look while her thin legs exited the pool, between her steps.

And her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass swung.

I had a glimpse of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab young Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

The way the dark blue bikini bottom contrasted with her light white skin, it was undoubtedly noticeable to see the material was significantly out of place.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl wanted to yell at her but the time was too late.

I didn’t know why, but Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was extremely aroused just watching to see if I would notice.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab young Wahābī Musalmān Pussy tingle as Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl watched her approaching me.

My eyes remained closed until Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī said standing right near my face,

“Excuse me Mr. Durgesh I think you might be laying on Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s towel?”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl watched intently as I lifted my head, with no mistake stopped, and looked at Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī’s exposure.

Controlling myself, I finally said,

“Uh, no, sorry, not here,” Fixated at the young body right in front of me, I took my time and no doubts was checking her out.

From the slight rise in my shorts, before I covered myself, with placing both legs to the deck, I pulled the towel between my legs from the lounger and laid it over my groin.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was unaware, at first, that I was now feeling myself and being in the pool I was even wet.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s heart throbbed in excitement and disbelief.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl thought,

‘Allah, how can she be so bold and that’s too to Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Dad?’

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s feelings overwhelmed her.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was scared of my reaction.

‘Allah, how would Papa Jī react? I can’t forget he is Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. Can I? Every Musalmān Beauty almost, dreams of fucking him. Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī is not alone. Can I deny even I’ve dreamed many times that he’s fucking me passionately. Of course, I was shameful after that. But even I’m no exception. That’s the fact.’

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī was being relentless to me.

She stood there and looked around, then asked,

“Do you mind if I use this towel.” Pointing to the one now covering my wood.

I thought, taking my time to answer.

It was obvious to Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl that I was trying to delay Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī, as long as I could, without making a notion of her evident, perhaps mistakenly exposure.

She could see my lips.

I was biting down them.

My brow flexed slightly.

Then with a smile I said,

“Oh your towel is on the other chair.”

I pointed at the patio.

Taking a wide side step as if to look stupid, Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī paused and glanced about, giving a tiny sway to her belly and hips.

This spread her tiny legs making her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab young Wahābī Musalmān Pussy almost hang from the center of her thin little legs as the muscles arched from her inner thigh to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān crotch.

Then with a giggle she said,

“Oh thanks I didn’t even see it.” Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī then walked slowly over to get it.

My eyes never parted away from her extremely beautiful magnificent young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

I could only imagine what Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was watching, but I had a good idea.

Then Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl exited the pool, met with Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī, and dried off before they both entered the kitchen to get something to eat.

Closing the door behind her, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl looked at her with a frown, smiled and said, “You’re bad!”

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī said,

“So at least I am not a chicken. Who is the chicken shit now? That’s right you baby girl!” Taking a bow toward her with her face right in hers, she stole a piece of cheese Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was cutting up.

I looked at her with no reply then as a minute passed by Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad asked.

“Why all of a sudden did I become the chicken? You know I am not the chicken.”

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī, twirling about the kitchen, stopped and leaned against the counter.

With a big grin she said,

“Oh yeah like you could top that? You know I was looking at what I got.”

She wiggled her hips in a rude gesture toward Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was being perturbed at her now.

She snipped back,

“Why would I? He is my Dad. You wouldn’t be doing that to your Dad.”

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī took another piece of cheese and haughtily said,

“Who said I wouldn’t? Besides, he is not like your biological Dad. And come on, even you have to admit he is fine looking. Want to bet? I’m sure now; he is eighteen only, not more.”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl laughed sarcastically.

“You are crazy for him.”

“Every young Musalmān Beauty is crazy for your Hindu Dad, my darling, not only I.” Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī smiled cunningly watching Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl, “I doubt even you want to fuck Durgesh.”

“Shut up, you dirty minded bitch.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl scolded Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī.

But to her own pleasant surprise, actually Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl enjoyed Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī’s comment very much.

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī laughed,

“Sharad Pawar was slapped when the public was getting more and more against UPA. Some Harvindar Singh had slapped him on unjustified Price Rise.”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl laughed too.

“As if only Sharad Pawar was slapped. The angry Indians openly criticized the entire UPA Scoundrels.”

“Even cash for vote turned the voters against Congress. They sent the whistle blowers to Jail shamelessly. The angry Indians are not in the mood of tolerating UPA miscreants with people, any more.”

“Even worst supporters of Congress are now criticizing it.”

“How do you know?”

“Maulānah Ħabīb Ålī was a blind supporter of Congress and UPA, do you agree?”

“Was? I think he still is.” Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī commented scornfully.

“I doubt it now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Yesterday, I heard him telling that Congress always used Cash for vote whenever there was any no confidence motion was brought against its government. PV Narsingh Rao’s Jharkhand case is its burning proof. Can anyone deny it ever?”

They went on to talk about politics for a long time.

Then Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī couldn’t control herself from commenting about me once more,

“It is not like he is going to have anything to do with either one of us, you said it yourself. So what do you care? It is just a little bit of harmless fun. Besides it is a thrill to know you’re good looking enough to get a man like Durgesh  to look.”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad looked back at Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī and replied,

“So why bother?”

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī turned so her back was leaning over the counter, then said,

“Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl, you know we have done many things together, private things. So I will tell you, because you are my best friend. Standing like that in front of your Dad was the most erotic thing I have ever done.”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl turned and said,

“I’m listening.”

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī spoke,

“I am not sure how to describe it, but my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab young Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was on fire.” Sticking her tongue out she bit it playfully.

Squinting puzzled, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad smiled at her, “You shameless bitch.”

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī winked at her,

“I was a little nervous at first, but whenever your Dad looked and looked again, my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab young Wahābī Musalmān Pussy wanted to just start dripping. It was a good thing I was dripping wet to begin with.”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl inquired,

“Are you trying to say you came?”

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī said,

“No not like that. It was not wet like that. But it felt as if my labial lips were going to burst open and drip right in front of your Dad’s eyes. Allah Allah, what a man. What a Hindu man, if he is really sixty two.”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl laughed,

“You are confused. Sometimes you claim he is eighteen only, not even twenty-eight or thirty two as his electoral record is. Sometimes you doubt yourself and suspect he is sixty two.”

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī winked at Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl,

“Dearie, I’m not interested in his age. I’m interested is in his Uncut Hindu Lund. And his Uncut Hindu Lund is still ever young and ever throbbing for us Musalmān Beauties. That’s what all of us need very much.”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl wondered and asked out of curiosity,

“But you looked so calm. I thought I was more nervous than you.”

She pulled out a bunch of crackers and placed them around the cheese dish.

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī replied,

“Allah, yā Allah!  I am still dripping over it.” Moving her bikini to the side, she moved her hand over her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān vulva.

Then she was pushing in on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab young Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and clit.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl slapped her arm and said,

“Stop that, don’t do it in the kitchen, not in front of me.”

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī smiled,

“Why? It is not something you have never seen before. And who is going to walk in? Your Dad? Remember no one else is home and I don’t think Ammī is about to stop what she is doing right now and come home, do you?”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl stammered in response,

“You know I don’t care if you frig yourself in front of me. It won’t be the first time. Sure it won’t be the last either, you horny thing. Just I know you’re doing it thinking about my Dad. Since when has my Dad become an obsession with you?”

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī showed Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl just how wet she was, by a display of her drenched fingers and said,

“You know I have hot for your Dad. Hell, which of our friends doesn’t? Today was different. I don’t know why I was just horny to see if he noticed me. Now it is like I can’t get enough.”

Telling Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl that, Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī suddenly became quite quiet.***

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl took her hand and ran it under the cold sink water.

Then she handed her a towel.

After looking at her, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl found Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī almost feeling embarrassed for sharing her feelings with her.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl kissed her on the lips with a light peck and gave her a dear hug with a sincere look.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl said,

“I am glad you are my friend. No one else would ever be as honest with me as you are. I will tell you, yes, I myself become horny for my Hindu Dad, Durgesh, too. But I don’t know how to feel. It’s different when we, you know do things thinking about others, but I am not sure I want to masturbate to the thoughts of my Dad. Hindu or else, he is my Dad, ultimately. Yes, I also want to fuck him as all of my girlfriends want to. You are right. He isn’t my biological father. It wouldn’t be incest. Yet, Even though it turns me on to see him interested in someone other than my Ammī, I don’t find it right.”

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī smiled,

“Fine, I’d wait till later to do that, but come on, you have to do something; even a little something, please! Please, please, please pretty please!”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad looked at Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī as if she was nuts and asked,

“What do you think I should do?”

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī said,

“I don’t know, but it can’t be too obvious or I would have known it after the fine display of courage earlier.”

Then Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī began tweaking Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s right nipple to make it grow under the thin material.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl didn’t really care, as it was cold in the house with the Air Conditioner running.

They were about as horny now, as they can get anyhow.

Picking up the plate Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl said,

“Grab your drink and mine, and come on. I will think about it. But I wouldn’t hold my breath if I were you.”

Out on the deck, Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī opened the umbrella as Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl placed down the plate and yelled,

“Hey Dad, want some cheese and crackers?

I heard, went there, sat up and said,

“Sure!” Taking a minute to adjust my eyes to the sun.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl spoke up and asked, “What would you like to drink, Coke, Ginger ale, Lemonade, Beer.”

I said,

“Coke will be fine Hun.”

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī grabbed Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s arm and said,

“I’ll get it!”

Then she made her way quickly to the house.

Moreover, in record time she came back.

She placed the glass in front of my chair on the table.

I looked back at Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī with a quick glance.

I glanced at her entire body, as Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl stood behind my chair.

I smiled,

“Thanks dear, you know, someday you are going to make a good Musalmān wife to some lucky Hindu guy. Now if you fine young Musalmān ladies will excuse me I need to make my way to the boy’s room. I shall return in a jiffy.”

As soon as I left them and entered the house, Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī let out a sigh all dreamy eyed.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl didn’t know why but it bothered her, as Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl sat down quietly.

Why she was so irrational?

Allah, yā Allah!

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl couldn’t understand.

A Moment later I came back.

Planting a kiss on the top of Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s forehead, I said,

“Thanks dear, it looks wonderful.” Resting my hands on Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s shoulders, only for a second, I smiled at them.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl smiled up at me and with a bit of a flush feeling, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s eyes quickly took in my hairy chest.

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī said impishly,

“Hey, where is my kiss?”

She demanded it as if she deserved half the credit or something.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl watched me as I moved behind Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī and planted a little kiss on her forehead too.

That would have been fine But Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl saw me glancing down the top of her bikini at her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān cleavage.

Though only for a second, but Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl became jealous of Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī.

She wondered did I look at her too in the same way.

After all Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was only a 32 C but wasn’t she good enough to look at too?

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl thought maybe if Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was also taller as Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī was, or if she wasn’t so thin, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl would’ve looked more like a woman I were interested in.

I made my way around the table and finally sat down.

The conversation became rather silly.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was almost desperate trying to gain my attention.

It was roughly as if Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was not there, as I looked more at Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī than at Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl pulled the scrunch out of her hair and started playing with her hair.

As Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl held her arms up, she made sure her enticingly erect Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān breasts bounced noticeably, in front of me.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was upset, as I never even looked at them, except other than a passing glance.

However, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl didn’t become angry with Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī steeling my attention.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was more hurt as she thought Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was not good enough to hold my attention as Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī suddenly was.

Evening came and Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī went home.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl and I were going out to dinner.

But as having a lazy day, neither of us felt like dressing up.

Therefore, I ordered a pizza.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was quiet as we ate.

I kept asking questions as I normally did, but Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was rather short with her answers.

When we were done eating, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl got up.

The housecleaners cleaned the table.

Suddenly I stopped Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl and asked,

“OK, what is up? And don’t you tell me nothing, you have never been this quiet.”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad looked at me from my feet to my head and feeling vulnerable Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl said,

“Many things Dad, but mainly right now I am not feeling to pretty.”

Dropping her head, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl looked at the floor.

I placed my arms around Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl, holding her tight as Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s face nuzzled into my Hindu  chest.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s arms also went around me but Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl began to cry.

My hand brushed Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s hair gently holding Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s head softly every so often.

I smiled comforting Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl,

“Of course you are beautiful.”

I planted several kisses onto Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s cheeks.

“My dear, you should never cry. Who could ever be as beautiful as you are, inside and out?”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was not thinking clearly, as she managed to say,

“Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī.”

She said it between sniffles.

I asked,

“Why? Is there a young man who likes Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī that you like?”***

I was so gentle and loving that Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s tears ran uncontrollably down her naked flesh.

I just shook my head in negation.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl suddenly could feel my Uncut Hindu Penis and balls, as I held Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl tight, pressed on Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s stomach.

She needed it very much to regain her lost self-confidence.

Despite her desperate and frantic efforts, her psychological condition was not hidden from me.

The Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān young girl was fighting bitterly with her ardent Musalmān conscience.

The ultramodern morals were demanding that she must go ahead and even rape me if necessary.

But the Islamic values, she was brought in; were telling her, it was a sin.

Consequently, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl wasn’t aroused or anything.

We were just there.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl wondered and thought I must always have hardened when she hugged me.

But Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl has hugged me hundreds of times and she had never noticed my Hindu  erection for even her until now.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl tried not to dwell on the thought but still subconsciously, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was feeling the size and place of my Uncut Hindu Lund, between her legs, yet quite unknown to her.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl would change her thoughts but like a Ying Yang, everything circled back to the presence of my Uncut Hindu Penis only separated by the silk material.

We just held one another for about fifteen minutes until I could get a hold of Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s emotions.

Then Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl looked up at me.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl bravely placed her hands on my face and caressed my cheek.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s index finger brushed my lips, as her Musalmān hazel eyes looked at me, with sudden bold intense feminine love.

The smile I gave her in response, made her feel secure to say,

“Why do you never look at me, like you do to Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī?”

My eyes rolled back fast.

She controlled herself and looked at me again wondering whether I didn’t hear what she just said.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl said again,

“Don’t you think I am pretty enough? I saw you looking at her today.”

I smiled,

“Yes, you are more beautiful than Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī. It was just uh, ___uh.”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s other hand was placed on my chest as my arms were still around Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s slim waist over her big Musalmān buttocks.

Still reaching up, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl took in the jaw line of my chin.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl decided to let me off the hook and said,

“It is Okay, Dad. I know what you saw. I just really thought, you might at least once, look at me.”

I couldn’t decide immediately what I should say to please her.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl raised herself up high on her tippy toes and kissed me on my lips.

Nothing out of the ordinary, but Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad lingered too long.

And it was extraordinary.

I could feel the tickle of my lips on Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s lips.

Our lips never parted but Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl held the moment for what seemed an eternity.

Wasn’t it enough to tell me what she really wanted to do with me?

My hand spanked Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s exquisite, excellent, gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān bum, breaking Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s hold, as Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad lifted away.

Slowly Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl pulled at my lower lip with mine making it flap closed.

I could feel a rise in my Uncut Hindu Penis as Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s slim Musalmān stomach fell close to my ever young, ever eager, ever sensitive Hindu body again.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad had lowered herself back, down.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl turned bending over, as Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s knees could not flex.

With Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s hair dropping in Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s face, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl turned to see me in a trance like a dear in front of a truck at night.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl smiled and said,

“Thank you. It’s time you notice Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl have an superb Musalmān ass too.”

I could see Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was plainly looking at her own excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān  bottom covered in only the thin swimsuit.

I just stood there, without noticing my Uncut Hindu Cock  was beginning to tent out the swimsuit, I had on.

Then like the wind I turned and said,

“I think I need to take a swim.”

Turning to the door I left the house, and jumped into the pool.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl watched me biting her lower lip.

Well, has she played her cards wrong?

Immediately after landing at National Airport in Washington D.C., from Chicago, on the sunny late morning, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl had taken a taxi to her Hindu father’s multi story, enormously long and wide spread superb home, ‘Ashvinātam’, branched as if everywhere.

The multi zillions, I had, made it extremely easy for me, to do so.

She always used remember White House whenever she was there.

And to her tremendous surprise, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl found, ‘Ashvinātam’ even better, longer, wider and even more luxurious than the White House was.

Were the rumours true?

Was HVSI Family United now really the utmost richest family on the entire globe?

Even the President of USA recognized its importance?

Even United Nations is inviting HVSI to take its advice in countless matters as important as the safety of Humanity itself?

I had come for my lunch break.

I was waiting for her.

The utmost powerful man on the entire globe?

She was not sure of it even yet.

Couldn’t rumours might have been rumours only?

Some business strategy?

Couldn’t it be?

She still could not believe his Hindu father was more powerful than even the President of USA.

It was too fantastic to be true.

There wasn’t any proof that Åāýéshah Muħammad Kennedy had won the precious post due to HVSI’s fabulous support everywhere.

After the countless exceptionally lovely housekeepers, all Jet Musalmān Beauties; had greeted Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl in a grand manner, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl had shouted for me.

I had appeared almost immediately.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl had flung herself into my Hindu arms.

She loved me.

Yet, she had not seen me for months.

Well, the career was also there to be thought of.

Wasn’t it?

 

At last, I had held her hugged and had scrutinized her still hugging to myself.

Perhaps, yes, now Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl remembered.

Perhaps she had also felt my erection then between her legs and instead of wondering and feeling embarrassed, she had enjoyed it with extremely pleasant surprise.

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!

She had even grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis playfully and when I looked at him in surprise, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl had winked at me.

She didn’t behave like a daughter, not even like a stepdaughter.

No!

She behaved as if she was a Musalmān beloved, separated from her Hindu lover, for decades.

Even then, ignoring her openly erotic behavior, I had smiled at her, even caressing her beautiful gorgeous young Musalmān buttocks.

She had squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis shamelessly.

Why did she do it?

Did she never love me as her stepfather?

Did her subconscious mind never accept me as her stepfather?

Did it accept me her Hindu lover always?

Why almost all of the Musalmān Beauties have the similar adamant subconscious mind in the matter?

 

Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī used to say,

“Your Hindu stepfather has something in him that no subconscious mind of any Musalmān Beauty, without even any exception; can accept Durgesh anyone other than her own Hindu lover. The age factor even, is immaterial.”

Was Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī’s observation true?

 

I had smiled at Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl,

“As far as I’m concerned, you look great, fit and trim. Maybe you could stand a more few pounds”

“Hey,” she had laughed, “I am 118, and I am staying that way until I find me a Hindu man.”

“No Musalmān?” I teased her.

“Sorry, even if you are humane, a multiversalist humanist, please never try me to propose a Musalmān Live in Relationship Partner.”

Live in Relationship Partner? Won’t you marry ever?”

“I can’t afford a husband, Dad. You know. I want to be a Nellie Bly, an Annie Laurie, a Dorothy Kilgallen. I always dreamed of them. You remember?”

“I see.” I didn’t respond to her teenager enthusiasm.

“I can afford a Live in Relationship Partner only, and I’ve found him.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl smiled to me, “Sorry.”

“Okay. I understand. Congratulations.”

“Thank you. I thought you are eighteen only.”

“So what? I’m legally adult, yaar. I can choose my Live in Relationship Partner.”

“Yes,” I smiled, “I suppose so.”

“Dad,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl fisted my chest playfully, “you are teasing me.”

I laughed,

“Sorry darling, you are right. I was doing exactly that.”

“You Hindu naughty boy!” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl again fisted me playfully on my chest.

Though only eighteen, both Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl and Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī were tall girls.

They already came to my shoulders.

Moreover, they were somewhat chubby.

It deceived the persons of their somewhat elder age.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl used this quality in her, in getting her award.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl had loose blond hair, luminous, somewhat mischievous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān eyes, a pert nose and wide grin.

Both the girls were vivacious and cheerful.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was particularly more attractive in her green apricot sweater, slim green skirt and hand woven sandals.

I smiled at her,

“I’m not worried about you. I’m confident you’d have chosen a right man for you. Right from your very childhood, they said you are extraordinary brilliant, as your Ammījān is. You inherited her genes, perhaps her DNA Script even, in so many matters.”

I had taken her hand and led her into the Master living room.

“I can’t tell you how tickled I was with your winning Saůūdī Årab youngest lady journalist Award, a great coup in Islamic journalism. Congratulations again.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“I read your clippings at least three times.”

“I hoped so. The exposure of that Congressman, Charanjeet Ahuja, using her Musalmān voters’ young Musalmān daughters, Musalmān sisters and even other extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies, was what qualified me for, that most talked of, Saůūdī Årab youngest lady journalist Award. You never appreciated Congress.”

“Why should I? It is an ever-shameless anti-Hindu political party. Isn’t it?”

“Yes, now I too agree with you. Even after sixty four years of Independence of India, Hindu Musalmīn are not as united as they were before 1857. Of course, it is due to the wretched vote bank politics of Congress and other similar anti Hindu political parties.”

“You were never afraid of the Fatwa Bahādur communal Maulānahs and Maulavīs that they, and their stupid follower communal Musalmīn, would criticize you exposing their living god, a Congressman?”

“Someone has to come forward, Dad, to expose these Uneducated/Under Educated Criminal/ Criminal Minded Musalmīn. They are greatest obstacles in Hindu Muslim unity.”

“You are right, my dear.”

“That was a helluva series I’ve ever written till now. Imagine all those so-called respectable married Musalmān women working part time, with all the political patronage of that wretched Congressman, Charanjeet Ahuja, in the entire Islamic Countries. What got them to do it? Surely they didn’t need money.”

“Yes, darling.” I appreciated her.

“Imagine, Dad. They needed excitement. They were bored. Allah Allah. What an excellent reason for part time Islamic Jihadi prostitution to capable and powerful Hindus and capable and powerful Hindus only.”

“That was a great exposure, darling, at your just eighteen, just adult age.”

“Well, you must appreciate us Jet Musalmān Beauties even. Shouldn’t you?”

I’d laughed,

“Of course!”***

 

Nothing was mentioned for about two weeks.

I was quiet pretending nothing took place and Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was letting it drop.

It was absolutely unlike Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī who was the princess of Horny-Ville.

All she talked about, whenever they had a minute alone, was Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Dad, I.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl never told her about her little kiss or the hug with me, as that was Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s own secret even Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī did not need to know.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl would like to be able to say exactly why, but every time.

Every day, Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī began talking about Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Hindu dad, me; Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl got more and more possessive of me.

Day after day Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī came over after work and continued to distract Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s attention if even for a second as I passed the room.

It was two weeks later; Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl found the next opportunity.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl had a light blue loose fitting tank top and had shorts on.

As Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl picked up her fallen handkerchief, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s right breast fell out of the top, being exposed, yet Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s left breast was still covered.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was about to place the clothes down on the bed to fix her top before passing through the kitchen to the basement.

Instead, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl had this wicked rush come over her, as Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl wanted to see if I would notice it.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl walked out to the kitchen with her arms full and Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s boob lying nonchalantly on the top of the pile.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s hands were shaking.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad asked me to get the door for her, with a quiver in Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s voice.

I turned.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was wearing a pair of old sweat pants with the legs cut off in a ragged edge and a white t-shirt.

My eyes immediately saw Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s excellent exquisite Musalmān boob.

I looked at Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s face in an awkward attempt to look elsewhere, at other than her breast.

The door opened and Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl dropped a bit of clothing onto the floor.

I bent down and picked it up trying to place it on the pile but not on Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s exposed breast as that would be too obvious.

My hand came so close to Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s body, then I dropped the items on the top and just smiled.

Ducking down Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl went under my arm holding the door and scampered down the stairs.

Dropping the clothes in the laundry pile, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl made her way quickly to the basement bath room and looked in the mirror.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s nipple was erect.

I cupped Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s breasts and they felt nice to have the attention of my hands holding them.

I couldn’t believe what Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl had just done.

Shortly after she made her way up stairs and passed quickly through the kitchen back to my room.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl dropped her jean shorts to the floor and dressed only in the tank and a pair of turquoise nylon panties.

I flopped on Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s stomach on the bed.

My hands crept under Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s chest and held Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s breast firmly.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s legs made their way onto the bed as Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was diagonally across the mattress.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s head lay to the side as I faced Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s mirrored closet doors.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad looked at me as I contemplated what Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl had just done.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl could hear me calling Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s name.

I just lay quietly for a moment until I said called her again.

Then she yelled,

“What!”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl didn’t mean it to sound so rude but Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was not moving.

I entered Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s room and asked kindly if Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was feeling okay.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl looked at me off the reflection of the mirror and said,

“Yeah, my neck and shoulders are hurting. So I took an aspirin and wanted to lie down for a moment.”

It was really no shock for me to see Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl in her underwear as it certainly was not the first time.

I smiled,

“Oh, ok, well, if you need anything just holler.’ Then I turned to leave the room.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl said,

“Dad!”

“Yes,” Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl heard my reply from the hall.

“Dad, do you think you could massage my neck a little? Please!”

I re-entered the room and moved around Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s bed sat on the edge, near Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s head.

I was also facing the closet.

My hands were so firm but gentle as I moved Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s hair to the side and placed one hand on Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s neck.

I put the other at the base more, on Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s shoulder.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl told me how nice it felt and moaned little appreciations to my touch.

While I continued Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad asked,

“Dad, can we talk?”

I leaned down to kiss Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s forehead and said,

“Of course darling. We can talk about whatever you want to.”

Then with a sudden realization I said,

“Of course, I’d rather not talk about what happened a few weeks ago.”

I continued with rubbing her now, moving up Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s neck, to the base of Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s skull.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl said with a little laugh,

“I am sorry about that, Dad. I was just a little jealous over the attention you seemed to be giving Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī.”

I smiled,

“Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl, it is ok, but you have to know I love you in a slightly different way.”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl replied,

“I know.”

I smiled,

“What I find attractive about Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī does not make you any less attractive. it is you’re my Live in Relationship Partner’s little girl and it always had been that way.”

“I know, it is just I am not so little now anymore. Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī and I are both the same age, and it is not like I expect you to be really interested in me. But it would be sure nice if you paid me a compliment once in a while too.”

I smiled,

“You are the most beautiful girl I could ask for.”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was frustrated,

“Not like that, Dad! You know how!”

I paused,

“I don’t know.”

I turned my head away from her, facing Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s pillows.

I stopped rubbing Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s neck for a moment then with a trace of two fingers I drew imaginary lines up and down Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s spine.

As the shirt rippled, my fingers thumped over the creases.

I finally said,

“Ok we can exchange nice replies to one another.”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad lay there still in silence not yet happy with my reply or sure it was sincere.

After a Moment, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was suddenly  in shock as she felt my bold Hindu palm making almost non-touchable circular motions on Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s excellent exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Allah, yā Allah!!

Are her dreams coming true?

So suddenly?

She could feel my Hindu palm pass over the crevice as it made its way from cheek to cheek.

I leaned in, close to Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s ear and whimpered,

“Darling, you have an awesomely tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān bum, ‘bum’ is that what you want to hear from me, don’t you?”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl smiled triumphantly and kissed my Uncut Hindu Penis suddenly without any ultimatum.

Then without giving me any time to control myself, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl took my Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Then, before I could stop her, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl started sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund passionately.

I was dumbfounded.

Chapter 23

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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