Flowers never weigh: 4
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Chapter 4
We kept chatting for a few more minutes about trivial things until Muħammad Imrān turned the music back up.
“Need to change positions?” I asked.
“I think so,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, never stopping stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock or staring at it.
Muħammad Imrān never tried to look at her.
Did he really have such a blind faith in her?
I couldn’t believe it.
Nevertheless, he allowed his extremely beautiful young Musalmān wife to sit on my lap.
Why?
Wasn’t he really aware of my reputation for Musalmān houseladies?
Was he too one of the Pseudo Musalmīn husbands who wanted to take monetary benefit of their beautiful Musalmān wives’ Durgesh Obsession?
I wasn’t born yesterday.
I knew there were too many husbands, both Pseudo Musalmīn and Non-Muslims who couldn’t provide enough money and sex to their beautiful wives.
If their wives due to it or for another reason succeeded in having extramarital affair with me, they deliberately ignored it, getting monetary benefits from it either this way or that.
Was Muħammad Imrān also one of such Pseudo Musalmīn pimp husbands?
I patted my lap, as if putting the decision this time in her hands completely.
Pun intended as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān stroked my cock.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān took a pause and then Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moved around, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s back to me, her hand still on my cock and straddled my cock.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān paused again and then lowered herself onto my big hard Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was on fire and it easily allowed, greeted actually gratefully, my Uncut Hindu Cock to invade it again.
Once Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was entirely on my lap Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just sat there, enjoying the feeling of being full again.
The first time Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was full of anxiety and we were rushed, not to mention Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was having conflicting emotions.
Yet this time, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was going to enjoy the ride.
First, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just ground on my cock, moving her hips back and forth.
While Al Ħabībah Al Imrān did this, I cupped Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s breasts for the first time.
Yet, knowing that Muħammad Imrān may be able to see her get felt-up by me in the rear-view mirror, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moved my hands away.
I didn’t try again.
To Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s surprise, this position, and the slow grinding, was enough to get me off, as without warning, a few minutes into the slow tease, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān felt Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt get coated in cum.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was disappointed, wanting to really enjoy the last hour of the drive.
Yet, a minute later, when Al Ħabībah Al Imrān finished milking my cum and went to get off me I held her in place.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān looked back and I mouthed,
“Give me five.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was like, ‘Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I love you’. Once Muħammad Imrān was done, I was done… needing hours to reload my weapon.
But I, ever young and virile, was able to not only reload quickly, but also stay hard while doing so.
Oh, how Al Ħabībah Al Imrān missed her younger college years.
So Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just sat on my Uncut Hindu Cock while watching the boring scenery pass by, waiting, impatiently, for me to be ready for round three.
Muħammad Imrān asked,
“Still okay back there?”
“I was hoping for more action,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān answered, grinding back on me slightly.
“Yeah, it’s a boring drive,” Muħammad Imrān agreed.
“Although the scenery is lovely,” I said, slyly cupping Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s breasts again.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān slapped my palms away and said,
“Although it is hard to sit in one position for so long.”
“Half an hour,” Muħammad Imrān said, before adding, “Give or take.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān almost quipped, ‘hopefully give,’ as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted me to give it to me, but Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was able to refrain, instead replying, “Good, because I am famished.”
“For T-bone?” Muħammad Imrān asked.
“Yes,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, “a big thick T-bone.” Again Muħammad Imrān was oblivious to the naughty sexual innuendo.
I wasn’t, though, as I bucked my hips up and my cock went deeper up Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān yelped, as if Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had the first time my cock filled her.
“You okay?” Muħammad Imrān asked, becoming a common question.
“Oh, just keep getting poked,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, which was true, as she slyly, skillfully, moved her ass up and down.
“We will try and reorganize tomorrow morning,” Muħammad Imrān promised.
“Good idea,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān tried not to moan.
“There must be a way to make it work,” I said.
I added,
“I’m okay, Muħammad Imrān. I’ve gotten very used to having Al Ħabībah Al Imrān on top of me.”
‘Allah! OMG’ Al Ħabībah Al Imrān thought to herself.
My words were so blunt.
Yet, of course, Muħammad Imrān didn’t catch on… nor should he.
Why would he think I would be fucking his wife right behind him?
He wouldn’t.
“Oh, I love this song,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, when Starship’s ‘We Built This City’ came on, wanting the music turned up, wanting a distraction from the sounds Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was about to make.
Muħammad Imrān obliged Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s request and began singing as well.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān leaned up onto the car and began singing with him as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān offered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy to my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock entirely unashamed of herself.
I didn’t need to be instructed, as I began slowly fucking Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.
Muħammad Imrān kept looking at me, enjoying this Moment of 1980s duet singing as I sang the mickey Thomas parts and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān the grace Slick parts, completely unaware I was fucking his beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
And I… which made her not only a bad wife, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, for allowing me to fuck her, but a bad wife as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān somehow got even more turned on knowing Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was doing it with Muħammad Imrān right there.
If she was really unsatisfied sexually with her husband, it was a more sophisticated way that she should have divorced him.
Wasn’t it?
Well, wasn’t it their personal matter how to live their life?
Who the hell was I to interfere between a husband and wife?
If she wanted to enjoy sex with me, instead, she was most welcome.
Why should I not oblige her?
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s orgasm was rising as the song was nearing its end.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān screamed, “Allah! Oh fuck,” when I surprised her by sliding my Uncut Hindu Cock in Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
“What’s wrong?” Muħammad Imrān asked, slowing down.
“Leg cramp,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān lied, falling back onto my cock completely, as I pulled out my Uncut Hindu Cock as quickly as it entered.
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, should I stop?” Muħammad Imrān asked.
“No, no,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān began bouncing up and down on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, once again. “I will just stretch it out.”
“Poor Durgesh,” Muħammad Imrān said, seeing me move up and down, unaware of what Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was really doing.
“I’m okay,” I said, as my hands went to her hips.
“I’m not hurting you?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, trying to play along.
I laughed,
“No, it’s all good.”
“Let me know if you need me to pull over for a few,” Muħammad Imrān offered.
“Will do,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, when oddly enough Al Ħabībah Al Imrān really got a leg cramp… fucking irony.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān reluctantly moved right and up, my Uncut Hindu Cock sliding out of her.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said,
“Actually, we need to pull over.”
“Okay,” Muħammad Imrān said, slowing down.
“Sorry, Durgesh, I really need to get out and stretch my leg,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān apologized, wanting Muħammad Imrān to know Al Ħabībah Al Imrān did indeed have a leg cramp.
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I could use a stretch too,” I added, putting my throbbing cock away, as my cum and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s wetness leaked out of her.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wondered if she smelled of sex.
She grabbed her purse and pulled out some wet naps.
As soon as the car stopped, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān got out and stretched her leg, which was still cramping.
The men got out and stretched too.
“Under an hour,” Muħammad Imrān said.
“I know,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, “I’m all good, just got to get this cramp out.”
“No hurry,” Muħammad Imrān nodded, before he added, “I’m going to take a quick piss.”*
As soon as Muħammad Imrān went around the other side of the car, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quickly began wiping her legs, even under Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s skirt, not worrying about the one car that drove by.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān needed to get rid of the scent of sex.
I coughed, which was a warning cough, and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quickly tossed away the wet naps.
Muħammad Imrān said,
“Allah! It really is hot today.”
“Burning hot,” I agreed.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān added, glancing to me, “The heat is stifling.”
“Ready?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s oblivious, ‘unaware’ (?), husband asked.
“Definitely,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, keeping her gaze on me, implying that Al Ħabībah Al Imrān indeed was looking forward to resuming what we were just doing.
“All right, next stop will be for the night,” Muħammad Imrān announced.
“Sounds good,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, as I got back in the car.
Once in and back on the road, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān fished out my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock herself, as Muħammad Imrān asked,
“Maybe we can find a hotel with a hot tub.”
“Definitely,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān agreed, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s body definitely sore from the long day of confined space and, of course, confined fucking.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān got my Uncut Hindu Cock, which was still hard, out and positioned it back at Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s wanton Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .
I held her hips to keep her balanced as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān lowered herself back on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Once I was all in, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just again sat on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, enjoying feeling full once more.
Then Al Ħabībah Al Imrān began slowly grinding me again, needing to get her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy revved up again.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just closed her eyes and enjoyed the slow build as, ironically, Billy Joel’s ‘We Didn’t Start the Fire’ played.
As Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s orgasm began building, and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān needed more, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān decided to try a new position.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān leaned to her right as far as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān could go, lifted her ass up which had my cock slide out of her, yet still pointed to her.
I realized what Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted.
For me to move onto my side and fuck me that way.
I repositioned myself, her head now leaning on the boxes and in plain view of Muħammad Imrān, if he turned to his right and looked over his shoulder… that he did.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled,
“New position.”
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I see,” Muħammad Imrān nodded.
“Oh,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned, ever so softly, as my Uncut Hindu Cock slid back into her and then covering herself pointed, “Horses.”
“Yep,” Muħammad Imrān nodded, as he tried to sing along with Billy Joel.
Meanwhile, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s fire was flaming hot now as I slowly slid my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān needed to reach orgasm and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān needed to soon.
The starts and stops had driven Al Ħabībah Al Imrān crazy and made her more desperate than ever to get off.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wiggled her ass slightly; implying Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted it faster.
I, being the ever utmost experienced fucker of extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies, understood.
I began pumping in and out of Al Ħabībah Al Imrān as a new song began, again an ironic one, Duran Duran’s ‘Hungry like the wolf’.
And Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was indeed hungry.
“Didn’t you see Duran live when you were a teenager?” Muħammad Imrān asked, looking back at Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.
“I did,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān tried to hide the feeling of pleasure that Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s face was likely showing.
“You okay?” Muħammad Imrān asked again.
“Oh, yes, I’m feeling great,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, “just can’t find the perfect position.” Again, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s words having two meanings.
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I imagine there is no perfect spot back there,” Muħammad Imrān said.
“That is very true,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, “I can get comfortable and feel good for a while, but eventually I need a new position.”
My Uncut Hindu Prick teased Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass as Muħammad Imrān said,
“Maybe I can drive for the last twenty minutes.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted to say,
“‘Durgesh is driving me right now’, but instead, with just the slightest whisper, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s orgasm building, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān again said something with two meanings,
“We are almost there.”
And Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just needed a few deep hard Hindu strokes from me.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān again wiggled her perfect Musalmān ass.
This time though I took that as permission to penis Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s Musalmān ass as it slid rather easily inside.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān winced slightly, the lack of lube giving her a slight burn.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loved anal sex, but usually that included a lot of lube.
But My Uncut Hindu Cock was fucking Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s Musalmān cunt regularly, and alternatively fucking Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s Musalmān ass too.
It had her close to eruption, as the thrill of doing something so naughty, with Muħammad Imrān literally inches away, somehow enhanced Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s desire.*
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān closed her eyes, bit her lip and allowed the pleasure to build.
Thankfully, Muħammad Imrān didn’t talk to her.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was able to just enjoy the double alternate fucking and finally Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s orgasm hit.
Somehow, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was able to keep the scream inside, even though every part of Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted to scream out loud, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s cum flooded out of her and onto My Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.
I kept pumping in and out of her throughout Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s orgasm until Al Ħabībah Al Imrān slapped my hand imploring her to stop and moved up so my cock slid out of her, even as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s wetness leaked out of her too.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān pointed to her purse and I thankfully knew exactly what Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was implying. I pulled out some wet naps and wiped Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s legs and pussy.
Muħammad Imrān turned back and said,
“Ten minutes,”
“Allah! Thank God,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān replied, now needing to get out of here before the scent of Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s sin enveloped the car.
“Your cheeks are really red, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” Muħammad Imrān said, looking at her worriedly.
“It’s really hot in here, I guess,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān replied, a viable excuse on this hot summer day.
Once I was done cleaning up Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moved back onto my lap and leaned back on me utterly exhausted.
I whispered in her ear,
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I love you, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wiggled her ass in response, too tired to speak.
Eventually we were in the town and we found a hotel with a pool pretty easily.
Muħammad Imrān booked two rooms and after dinner, we all went for a dip in the pool.
While Muħammad Imrān went to hit the sauna, I said,
“So, once Muħammad Imrān is asleep, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I want you to come to my room.”
“Really?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, acting coy.
“And Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, Sālī, I expect you in thigh highs,” I added, acting strong and firm, which was utter sexy.
“How do you even know I own thigh highs?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked.
“You wear them all the time,” I pointed out, before adding, “and often your skirts are short enough I got glimpses of your lace tops.”
“You like nylons?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked something that Muħammad Imrān loved.
“How couldn’t I?” I asked, “You wear them every day… I have stared at them every day.”
“Really?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, surprised by this information.
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I made Saiyadah Fātimah wear them for me,” I added.
“You’re just like the damn fool, Muħammad Imrān.” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said.
“Muħammad Imrān likes them too?” I asked.
“Especially foot jobs in nylons,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān revealed.
“That Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, you have never done to me,” I said.
“Mmmmmmm,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred.
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I can’t wait to fuck you on a bed,” I said bluntly.
“Me too,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, “but I’m not sure I can sneak out of the hotel room.”
“Once Muħammad Imrān is snoring nothing is waking him up,” I pointed out, which was true.
“But still,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said.
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I wasn’t asking,” I said, “Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I am telling you.”
“You are, are you?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān questioned coyly.
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I am, I am, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I nodded, “Tonight you are mine, Sālī.”
“Your what?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān continued putting pressure on my stiff cock.
“My Sex Obsessed Sex Addict,” I answered.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned, turned on by such words.
Muħammad Imrān came out and said,
“I’m going upstairs.”
“We’ll be there soon,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, thinking maybe we could have some fun in the empty pool.
“Okay,” Muħammad Imrān nodded, leaving us alone.
As soon as Muħammad Imrān was gone, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked,
“So, ever fucked in a pool?”
“Actually Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I have,” I answered.
“Sex Obsessed Sex Addict,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān joked.
I shrugged,
“Never did it in a waterslide though.”
“Hmmmmmmmm,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred. “We would be pretty isolated up there.”
“Let’s go,” I nodded, getting out of the hot tub.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān followed me up the stairs.
Once at the waterslide, I said,
“On your knees, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān obeyed, moving inside the waterslide tunnel.
I stood directly in front of her.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān immediately pulled my trunks down just enough to get at my big Hindu meat and took it in her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
“So good, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I groaned, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān hungrily bobbed on my cock.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had no idea how long we would have alone in there so Al Ħabībah Al Imrān focused on speed… even though Al Ħabībah Al Imrān would have liked to give me a lengthy blowjob.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān sucked me for a couple of minutes, even deep throating me a couple of times, enjoying the moans from me.
Suddenly, the door opened downstairs.
I sighed,
“Damn it, now you definitely have to come to my room tonight.”
“You really want to come down my throat?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked.
“And in your ass,” I smiled impishly, knowing she loved it even if I actually don’t.
“Now that would be impressive,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled.
“Kids are on their way up,” I said.
“Then you’d better put your dick away,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān responded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān slid down the waterslide.
We headed back to our hotel rooms with me saying one more time,
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, my room as soon as you can.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled,
“You Hindus really are insatiable.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān returned to her room.
Muħammad Imrān was on the bed and clearly already on my way to snooze-ville.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān went and took a bath to wash off the chlorine.
It was a long bath and gave her lots of time to replay this crazy day.
It gave her time to get horny again.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān got out of the tub, dried off and returned to the room.
As expected, Muħammad Imrān was already snoring away.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān went to her suitcase and grabbed a pair of black thigh highs.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān put them on in the bathroom, put on a hotel robe, and grabbed a hotel key, snuck out of Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s room and into mine.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān saw I had left the door slightly opened and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān walked in… closing the door.
I was on the bed watching news highlights completely naked.
I smiled,
“Black, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s favorite color.”
“Big, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s favorite size,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred, looking at my flaccid Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Like those tits you have been hiding all day,” I countered.
“What?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, dropping the robe, “These?”
I was speechless as I stared at Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s still very firm, very big, tits.
“Like?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked.
“God, yes,” I nodded, as I knelt up and cupped Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s breasts with both hands.
“Mmmmmmm,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned.
I surprised her a Moment later as I grabbed her and tossed her on the bed.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said,
“Time for me to finish what Al Ħabībah Al Imrān started earlier. Stand up.”
I did.
“Don’t be wasting that cum,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred.
“Does Al Ħabībah Al Imrān swallow?” I asked.
“Yes, but I’d rather swallow every drop of your Hindu cum,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān responded, before adding, “as you fuck Her mouth like the dirty Al Ħabībah Al Imrān-Sex Obsessed Sex Addict you have made me.”
“Mmmmmmm,” I groaned, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān dropped to her knees and took my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock in her mouth.
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I love your mouth there,” I groaned.
“And Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loves your Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān replied, before bobbing more.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I’ve fantasized about this forever,” I revealed.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān instantly wondered how long forever was.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān kept bobbing and in no time at all Al Ħabībah Al Imrān felt my legs tense and I declared, “I’m going to come.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān bobbed faster and seconds later Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was finally rewarded with a full load of my Hindu cum… three times a charm finally.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān kept sucking until every drop of my Hindu cum was extracted and I said,
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! God, that was even better.”
“Do you imagine getting hard again and fucking your Al Ħabībah Al Imrān the old fashioned way?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, before clarifying, “On the bed.”
“Maybe,” I said.
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s question was rhetorical,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled, standing up and kissing me on the lips.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had fucked me twice, sucked me three times and even allowed me to penis Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s ass, but the kiss was intimate.
Our tongues explored each other’s mouths and we fell onto the bed.
For an eternity, we made out; our hands roamed.
We were not Al Ħabībah Al Imrān and Durgesh; we were two lustful adults exploring each other’s bodies.
Eventually, we ended up in a 69, a positon Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had only done once, and that was with a girl.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān bobbed on my cock, I kissed Her pussy and then, without words, I moved her onto Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s back, spread Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s legs and slid my cock in her while holding onto Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s nylon-clad ankles.
“Allah! Oh God, Durgesh,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned, staring into my eyes, “Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loves you so much.”
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I love you too,” I replied, as I began fucking her.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned, my cock slamming into her.
“Me too,” I nodded.
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān never knew you had such a big dick,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān replied, bucking her ass up to meet my forward Hindu thrusts.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā,” I said, the look in my eyes one of lust and love.
“Well, we better make every second count,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān replied.
And we did.
I fucked her on Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s side.
I fucked her doggy style.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān sucked my cock again and then fucked me reverse cowboy.
And we ended the night back in the missionary position.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān came first and I followed shortly after.
“Everything today was hot,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān confessed, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān scooped some more cum off the bed from the first rocket that shot in the air.
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān probably should get back now,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said,” Muħammad Imrān will eventually wake up.”
“I hope Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, he never does,” I replied.
“An Ashvinātam Sexual Intercourse romantic,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān joked.
“And a very horny teenager,” I countered.
“We still have one more day in the car,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said.
“Maybe two if we can make him stop more,” I countered.
“Mmmmmmm,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred.
“Of a night I’ll never forget,” I said.
“The first of many,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled, “the first of many, you Al Ħabībah Al Imrān fucker.”
“Those are the hottest words Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I have ever heard,” I said.
“And once a Al Ħabībah Al Imrān fucker, always a Al Ħabībah Al Imrān fucker,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled, moving to me.
“Well, then Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I guess we will have to fuck every chance we get,” I smiled.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān kissed me once more, put her robe back on and snuck out of my room.
As Al Ħabībah Al Imrān joined Muħammad Imrān in bed, Her head was spinning with the strangest, most surreal day in Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s life.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had sucked and fucked the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh.
And Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had no regrets.
And Al Ħabībah Al Imrān couldn’t wait to do it again tomorrow.
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Chapter 3
I said, taking her hand,
“Sure,”
We began walking.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān couldn’t help but glance back at me to see if I was watching her…
I wasn’t.
Oddly, that made Al Ħabībah Al Imrān feel sad, which was, of course, ludicrous.
She loved Durgesh actually.
Doesn’t she?
She loved Durgesh fucked her.
Allah!
The same Anant Muslimātchod Hindu she hated so much!
As we walked down the trail, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had the sudden urge to show me Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loved me.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān needed to make up for Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s indiscretion by doing something to Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s oblivious husband.
Twenty minutes in the hike, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān saw a small side path and said,
“Follow me.”
I said,
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I don’t think this is a trail.”
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān hopes not,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred, trying to look sexy and with intent.
A couple of minutes later, deep enough in the woods that we couldn’t be seen, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān dropped to her knees and bravely fished out my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān considered letting me fuck her, but Al Ħabībah Al Imrān sure didn’t want me to know Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wasn’t wearing panties.
I smiled,
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, really here?”
“You always say you wish Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was more spontaneous,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quipped, which if I knew just how spontaneous Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had been today I would likely keel over.
Plus, although we had a reasonable amount of sex and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was very willing in the bedroom, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was not really a risk taker outside the bedroom.
But insecurity, or belief that sex was for the bedroom, seemed to be shattered after the exhilarating, taboo sex Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had in the backseat of the car.
Suddenly, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted to take risks.
Before I could say anything, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān took my flaccid Uncut Hindu Cock in Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loved sucking cock… always had.
Was a bit of a cock sucking Sex Obsessed Sex Addict in high school, deciding it was a good way to save Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s virginity for marriage.
Plus, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was good at it and actually liked the unique feeling and taste of cum.
Of course, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān ended up not saving Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s virginity for marriage, getting fucked at the first college party Al Ħabībah Al Imrān went to by a college senior.
“Oh shit,” Muħammad Imrān groaned, “what has gotten into you?”
The answer to that question was his daughter, but that definitely didn’t seem like a good answer.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her proud Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and asked,
“Can’t a wife show her husband she loves him by sucking his cock and swallowing his load?”
“Yes she can,” I laughed.
“Plus, I’m hungry and your Hindu cum has a lot of healthy nutrients for a body,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quipped, taking my Uncut Hindu Cock back in her proud Musalmān mouth.
“And for your complexion, too,” I added, having heard from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her ever–Durgesh– obsessed young Musalmān lady brigade ,from Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Shékħ and from even her so uncommunal ever sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān husband Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Shékħ that sucking my Hindu cum was very good for a Musalmān woman’s complexion.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān protested,
“Don’t you dare.”
“What? You think I would be shocked?” I teased, sliding my Uncut Hindu Cock back in Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān thought to herself,
‘If you only knew.’
Yet, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān kept bobbing, feeling oddly exhilarated doing it in such a public place.
“I’m not going to last long,” I moaned, after an hour approximately, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān hungrily sucked my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān kept bobbing and was rewarded with a full load of my Hindu cum in her proud Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān gasped, “Really?”
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I couldn’t resist,” I smiled triumphantly cunningly, as I slid my Uncut Hindu Cock back in her proud Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had two weaknesses her ever moral Musalmān husband, Muħammad Imrān, always hated to fulfill.
She loved to suck Cock.
She loved to have anal sex even.
Allah! Thank God, Durgesh allowed his beautiful Musalmān houseladies both with him.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān milked the last remnants of my Hindu cum from my Cock, sat back up and kissed me hard.
When the kiss ended, I said,
“Well, that was unexpected.”
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was hungry,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shrugged, smiling seductively.
“Well, I’m always willing to feed you,” I smiled back as I put my proud Uncut Hindu Cock away.
Most of the mankind that was not Vedic Monotheist Hindu never understood what the womankind really loved to enjoy.
Only Ved has Pavmān Som Mandal in it, neither Al Qur’an Al Karīm, nor Bible.
The Āryans that left Āryāvart, to build their own country, Iran, blamed Indians that they don’t want to progress from their primitive animal instincts.
They termed Pavmān Som Mandal in R’gved impious.
Now, their own history of defeat against Islam was proving them entirely incorrect.
Wasn’t it?
Wasn’t Islam the last and final Arabic version of Vedic Monotheist Hinduism itself?
Wasn’t it the real reason Musalmīn never converted entire India into Islam as they did the other countries?
They never needed to.
The Hindus were already the Musalmīn Everfirst.
We headed back down the trail and resumed the hike hand in hand.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān didn’t know how long it took, but eventually we returned to the beginning.
I whispered,
“You should probably go to the washroom before we head out.”
“Good call,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, “I really need to use washroom.”
“And clean the cum off,” I teased her smiling playfully.
“Sure. Allah, you let me wear it that whole hike,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, somehow forgetting it was on her.
“Well, you didn’t seem too concerned, and we don’t know anyone here,” I shrugged.
“Except my evergreen Hindu ŧhonkū, our Anant Muslimātchod Hindu,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān laughed lightly teasing me too.
“Which is why Al Ħabībah Al Imrān mentioned it,” I winked at her.
“Anant Muslimātchod Hindu scoundrel,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān playfully said, hitting me.
“Maybe tonight,” I countered, occasionally fucking Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s gorgeous Musalmān ass.
“You wish,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quipped back, even though Al Ħabībah Al Imrān assumed we would indeed be fucking tonight.
“No, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I know,” I said, slapping Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s ass lightly playfully.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān went to the washroom.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān grabbed a Gatorade and a chocolate bar and returned to the car.
Her husband and I were leaning against the car, chatting. Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wondered how weird it would be if we were chatting about sex.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān joined us and asked,
“Ready to go?”
“Sure,” Muħammad Imrān said, before adding, “Ready to sit on Durgesh’s lap for a couple of more hours?”
“Ready to have your Al Ħabībah Al Imrān squishing you for a couple of more hours?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān countered.
“It’s been a tight squeeze,” I countered myself too.
How doesn’t he understand what his ever-horny Musalmān wife is doing right behind him?
Muħammad Imrān wasn’t a Musalmān.
He was one of the numerous Pseudo Musalmīn.
No doubt.
It was easy to be born in Ummat-e-Muslimah.
But it wasn’t easy to be a real Muslim.
Most of the Musalmīn were actually Pseudo Musalmīn today whether knowingly or unknowingly.
Islam was actually an international movement of humanity that was named variously in the past, Vedic Monotheist Hinduism, Persianism, Judaism, Christianity etcetera.
Now, I was one of the several Musalmīn, Musalmīn Everfirst to be more correct, that were again attempting our best to reestablish the true Islamic movement, opposing the terrorists and other Pseudo Musalmīn everywhere.
Humanity couldn’t survive without it.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān laughed, trying to be casual, feeling that Muħammad Imrān could somehow sense the sexual tension between his wife and me,
“Yes, it’s like a hot box back there.”
I laughed,
“It’s like a weight loss program back there.”
Muħammad Imrān said,
“I’m sorry we hadn’t planned this better.”
I joked, repeating an earlier statement Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had made,
“It’s made for some special Al Ħabībah Al Imrān and my bonding.”
“Well, get ready to bond some more,” Muħammad Imrān said, “It’s a good two to three hours until our late supper stop.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān couldn’t help but laugh and feel mortified at the reality of what Muħammad Imrān was actually approving potentially, especially when Al Ħabībah Al Imrān looked at me.
I had a big smile on my face.
Why the hell shouldn’t have I?
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was serving me her ever-best sex services, perhaps she hadn’t served even to her husband, Muħammad Imrān.
We were back in the car, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was back on my lap, this time on my right leg leaning against the boxes.
Again, like last time, I ignored Al Ħabībah Al Imrān for the first hour.
As Al Ħabībah Al Imrān fidgeted, again uncomfortable, I asked,
“Uncomfortable, my dear?”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded.
I smiled,
“Me too,” and pulled out my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock from my shorts. “There, that is a lot better.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān stared at my semi-erect Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.*
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān couldn’t take Her eyes off it.
I pointed it to her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān looked back at me with confusion.
I moved my hand onto Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s leg, under Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s dress and directly to Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s wet Musalmān pussy.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned softly, but thankfully, the music covered it.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just sat on my lap and allowed me to penis her pussy…
I did it for a good five minutes… getting Al Ħabībah Al Imrān hot and riled.
I then pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock out and put it directly in her mouth.
“Delicious,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, loud enough that Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s oblivious husband heard.
“What’s delicious?” Muħammad Imrān asked.
“The snack Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shared with me,” I brazenly replied.
“Is there any left?” Muħammad Imrān asked.
“No, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān ate it all,” I responded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān remained stoic and not ashamed.
She looked at me proudly and even triumphantly instead.
It was evident enough she hated her husband immensely and wanted to punish him as much as she could.
Poor Muħammad Imrān.
I couldn’t enjoy it.
Muħammad Imrān wasn’t my enemy exactly.
He was my friend’s son.
Even if my friend suspected his wife had her extramarital affair with me and Muħammad Imrān was actually my own son.
However, most of my male acquaintances suspected so.
He wasn’t alone.
There were many reasons behind it.
They never took sex as seriously as I always did.
Yes, they hated me for it.
Yet, I knew they were even jealous of me for it.
The damn fools.
They never understood what they actually lacked comparatively.
I was a Vedic Monotheist Hindu.
I believed in Pavmān Som Mandal.
I had seriously studied it and still do in my daily Stavans, daily meditations.
It said sex wasn’t dirty ever in itself.
We, the human beings make it dirty due to our immense ignorance, irresponsibility, and ever-adamant immense irrationality due to our inherent inertia.
Sex is divine otherwise.
It is blessed on us to keep our human race exist.
It must be always respected as such.*
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s oblivious husband said, continuing the surreal conversation,
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I too could use a snack,”
“Me too,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān added, staring at my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock and licking her lips with wanton intent.
“Maybe next car stop,” I suggested.
“I’m definitely stopping,” Muħammad Imrān said. “Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I could use a bathroom break anyway.”
“It’s hot back here,” I said, also taking my shirt off, suddenly showcasing my rock hard abs… something Muħammad Imrān had lost years ago.
It was a miracle for others.
Yet, for me it was a natural scientific process.
The others could never achieve it, because they never tried to complete the scientific process involved for it.
It was the main problem of the losers ever.
They thought they had nothing to learn from the gainers ever.
Most of the losers were always losers because they never tried to learn anything from their failures even.
I then took her hand and guided it to my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān should have resisted, but the invisible magnetic pull was too much.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān took it in her hand and stroked it, even as Muħammad Imrān could stare at us in the rear view mirror if he wished… although he would only see her hungry face.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wished Al Ħabībah Al Imrān could suck my lovely, Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, but that was literally impossible in the confined space.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had accepted, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān stroked and stared at my majestic Uncut Hindu Cock, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was willing to allow me to fuck her again.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted and needed that my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock in her.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was ready to climb on top and go for a ride when Muħammad Imrān said,
“Pulling over.”
His words and the slowing car brought Al Ħabībah Al Imrān back to reality like a cold shower.
A reality that Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock and about to willingly ride me.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān let go of my cock and to Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s surprise, I didn’t put my cock away, as we rolled to a stop at a small town gas station.
Muħammad Imrān said, “Five minute stop,” as he exited.
“Two minute snack,” I said, opening the door, and ordering, “suck me, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān gasped.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted to suck me, but couldn’t believe I wanted Al Ħabībah Al Imrān to here, even though Muħammad Imrān had conveniently parked in a secluded spot.
“Hurry up, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I ordered, “we only have time for an appetizer.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quickly got out of the car, overwhelmed with insatiable hunger and lust, turned around, and demanded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān lowered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī beautiful young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth onto my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, “Watch for the damn fool.”
“Yes, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I groaned, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān took most of my Uncut Hindu Cock in Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s beautiful Musalmān mouth.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān bobbed quickly.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān would have liked to savor sucking my cock, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loved to worship the Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, but time was of the essence.
So Al Ħabībah Al Imrān furiously bobbed up and down, enjoying the groans coming from my mouth.
“I’m close, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I warned and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān bobbed faster making it clear I had permission to cum in my new live in relationship partner, her mouth.
Then suddenly I said,
“Muħammad Imrān! Muħammad Imrān! Muħammad Imrān!”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quickly left and saw Muħammad Imrān with a small bag.
I asked,
“You have to pee, don’t you?”
“You know me,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shrugged, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān headed into the gas station and to the washroom.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān looked in the mirror.
What was coming over her?
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had no answer to the question.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān sucked me in a gas station parking lot and was seconds from swallowing my load.
For someone who wasn’t really a risk taker, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had ridden me to orgasm in the backseat of the car while Muħammad Imrān drove, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had sucked and swallowed my load on a secluded hiking trail and just now sucked me.
And I likely wanted her to finish what Al Ħabībah Al Imrān started when we were back on the road.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān returned to the car.
Both men were already in the car.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān repositioned again on my lap, my Uncut Hindu Cock was already out and looking like it was expecting to get some tender loving care.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moved back on the same right leg Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was on before we stopped.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān liked being able to keep an eye on Muħammad Imrān and me.
As soon as we were back on the highway, I pointed back to my Cock.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wordlessly reached over and began stroking it, even as Muħammad Imrān had a conversation with me.
“So about seventy miles and then we will stop for dinner and a hotel,” Muħammad Imrān said.
“Sounds good,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, again with a double meaning, “I’ll be starving by then, I may even have to have a nice juicy T-bone.”
“Me too,” Muħammad Imrān suggested, which Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had to bite Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s lip to not laugh.
“What about you, Durgesh, what are you hungry for?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, giving me a look that spoke volumes.
I moved my hand underneath Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s dress again and responded, my eyes never leaving hers,
“Oh, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I was hoping for the ultimate.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān tried to change the topic,
“Did you book us a hotel yet?”
Muħammad Imrān, never the planner, shrugged,
“Nope.”
Feeling a rush of exhilaration at chatting with Muħammad Imrān while simultaneously stroking my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, “Shouldn’t we?”
“There will be space,” Muħammad Imrān blindly believed.
“Okay,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shrugged, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s focus at the moment was on My cock.
“Looking forward to living on your own, Durgesh?” Muħammad Imrān asked.
“I’m going to have a roommate,” I pointed out.
“Oh, right,” Muħammad Imrān nodded, “are you looking forward to meeting her?”*
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān I guess,” I responded, distracted by the way Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s fingers traced around my mushroom top.
“Hopefully you get along,” Muħammad Imrān continued, trying to keep the dying conversation going.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked,
“Who couldn’t love our sweet Durgesh?”
“Yes, I’m pretty much irresistible,” I quipped.
“Is that a good thing?” Muħammad Imrān questioned.
“Sometimes,” I answered.
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