What a pleasant change! 1

What a pleasant change!

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Durgesh Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad

After the funeral we were all invited back for the wake, the reception and get together being at the family home.
I had decided it wasn’t something the rest of my family should endure, my friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, not being really one of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s favourites, to put it mildly.
In fact they were effectively sworn enemies since my friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend had informed his mother and father of their marriage, after the event.
They had assumed it was because Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was pregnant.
But that wasn’t the case.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad had been urging them to marry for about two years.
Eventually, I went along with it.
I was quite keen.
But I had always had a roving eye at possibilities with other colleagues, we worked in the same organisation, and amongst women I knew in politics as well as neighbours.

Anyway, my friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend suddenly decided to get married one day by special licence.
I informed Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad afterwards and she went apeshit.
Furious with me, but more with My friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad,, she told us not to expect a wedding gift.
My friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend hadn’t and didn’t get one.
Nor did my friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend see much of them after the wedding day either.
A few years passed.
I yielded to my roving eye, but secretly, within the marriage, my friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend had a child Layla and I saw little of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.
My friend’s father’s death was a surprise.
He and Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad had been very close.
I had remembered their affection for each other as well as her affection for me.
It was mutual.

So now in the kitchen, she and I were ensuring that Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s guests were fully stuffed and filled with alcohol in the living room.
Well, I hated alcohol.
So did my friend, Ålī Muħammad.
But my friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend, Ålī Muħammad, hated alcohol even more than me.
They refused to help Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad even in this matter.
I replaced Ålī Muħammad.

The guests were mostly older than Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad and came from his side of the family.
There were a few of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s friends there and with their husbands.
Her neighbour Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān was the centre of some attention, being the only other single woman at the wake.
Everyone was dressed appropriately for a funeral these days.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad did wear black, though it was a fairly tight fitting dress up to her neck with sleeves to her wrists and the hemline to her knees but not below.
For fifty-one she still looked good.
She was not a thin one but with full buttocks and a very reasonable bosom, held up I was sure, with a very firm bra.
She wore low heels and hose.
Her excellent exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks may well have had some support too as her tummy was well tucked in.
I broke protocol by not wearing a tie but an open black shirt with a white t shirt underneath.

My friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend had both been busy serving and now were alone in the kitchen having a stiff whisky each, more for reward for our efforts than anything else.
Despite their all the show that they hated alcohol, ultimately both of them had surrendered to whisky.
Suddenly Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad put her glass on the table moved to me and held me very close.

“Durgesh, I know we’ve been so distant these years and it’s mainly my fault, but I can’t bear it any longer and need to see more of you now.” I had been leaning against the edge of the sink and she leaned completely into me crushing me hard.
She was about nine inches shorter than me.
She sobbed into my shirt giving in to her grief after being so stalwart at the funeral.

I just held her close whilst she gave vent to her sadness.
I could feel much of her soft yet yielding Musalmān body as she held me really tight.
It was a very emotional moment for us both.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s voice broke the connection as she entered the kitchen with empty glasses.
Struck by our posture, she apologised and instantly retreated with a clear blush on her cheeks.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad quickly disentangled herself from me but didn’t appear embarrassed by Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s unexpected entry.
She reminded me of her request and I reassured her that I would see more of her and would be staying a few days anyway.
Later mixing with Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s guests, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān made her way to me.
I hadn’t known her that well before today and took her in visually as she descended upon me.
She was a bit older than Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, mid-fifties perhaps but hadn’t lost her femininity.
A dark fullish blouse and tight skirt held her shapely Musalmān body nicely proportioned with what appeared to be, and were, seamed stockings that were quite unusual these days.
She clocked my visual of her and did the same, I thought, to me.

“It’s good, at last, to meet you, Durgesh. Oh, I’m sorry that was a bit bitchy wasn’t it?”

“I didn’t take it that way Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān. Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you’re so close to each other.”

“How did you know, Durgesh?” Again she put her foot in it but soon realised I meant about being neighbours.

“Let’s start again, Durgesh, shall we?”
I moved to more neutral ground as she gradually let go her blushing.
Eventually she relaxed and my friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend sat together on one of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s couch for an hour filling each other in on their lives.
Married, divorced, departed, adult children, she now lived alone happily and, she let me know, liberated by those life changes.

At last guests departed leaving just us three.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad sat opposite on the other couch and kicked off her shoes, tucking her legs under her dress, but not without my noticing that she too was wearing stockings having revealed her soft white thighs as her stockings ended just above her knees.
Still, I clocked it but didn’t think about it.
She and Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān filled each other in on the other guests she hadn’t met and I just listened enamoured of their easy warmth with each other.

Eventually I made my excuses and departed upstairs, slightly the worse for wear from the day’s turmoil and the later drinking. Showering and then collapsing in my old room, I had noticed how little had changed in the room since my departure years ago.
I lay on my bed reminiscing about the day, with just my light dressing gown on and open.
At that moment a part of me just started to grow all on its own.
Then I nursed it so it stood stiff and high as I reflected on the events that appeared to have caused it to stiffen.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad and her crushing embrace, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s embarrassment both then and later, the sheer lushness they both exuded, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s seams, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s white thighs and stockings, her fullness and firmness in my arms.
I began to foster my feelings by attending to my stiff by gently stroking the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Was Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad trying to say anything else apart from her need to be closer to me?
Was she sexually aroused?
Was she having an affair with Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān?
Did I fancy Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad? Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān?

Getting up, I crept to the door and opened it quietly ajar.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad and Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān were now on the same couch talking softly with Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s head on Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s shoulder and her arm around Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s waist.
Nothing suspicious in that.
I retreated and closed my door.
Back in bed, my Uncut Hindu Cock diminished of its own accord and I fell asleep.

I dreamt.
I was coming home one night a bit passed it for the booze.
I slipped in the back door as quietly as possible not to waken anyone.
A small light came from the living room.
Cautiously, I moved to towards the light.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.
Not alone.
With her colleague from work whom she had brought home before.
Where was Al Muħammad, her husband?
She was lying back on a chair.
Her friend Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān was kneeling on the floor between Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s thighs.
Her eyes were closed.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān was deep into her cunt sucking for all she could obtain.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad was in heaven.
I sophisticatedly retreated to avoid disaster.

I wake in a sweat.
It wasn’t a dream.
It was a reminder of an actual event which I had blocked in my relative innocence.
It came to me in an instant.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān may well be Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s lover.
Was she fully lesbian or bisexual?
I decided to tread warily round Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.
Going downstairs in my dressing gown to the kitchen I was met by Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad at the sink washing some of yesterday’s glasses, too delicate for the dishwasher.
She was wearing a beige nightie that came down to her knees.

“Hi Durgesh just clearing after yesterday — such a mess. Sorry if I disturbed you.”

“No, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, not at all. I just woke with a hangover that’s all.”

She got me a fizzy to settle my head.
When I’d drunk it and put the tumbler down, she again came to hug me like yesterday, though dressed very differently.
She pressed herself against me.

“Durgesh, it’s so wonderful to have you home. Can you really stay awhile?”

Her free Musalmān breasts were tight against my Hindu chest and her excellent exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks hard into me.
I started to swell under the gown.
She may have noticed for she gradually withdrew so as not to embarrass her or me.

“Love, I’m sorry, I feel so needy, never felt like this before. I want you here to hold me whenever you can. Will you?”

“Of course, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, whenever.”

“So, that’s a deal then. I have to go to see Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān too, as I think I may have upset her as well.”

“Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, I’m sure you didn’t, she’s very fond of you.”

Nevertheless, she went next door dressed in the same nightie with just a dressing gown.

I took my breakfast back to my room to read the paper.
However, I became, again, preoccupied with thoughts of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.
She had cuddled me once again, without any reservation with only her nightie on.
Stiffening once more at the thought of her extreme Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān softness and apparently unwitting sexuality revealed by her not wearing a bra and maybe no panty.
Hell, I doubted now her platonic behavior she had so successfully maintained so far, during her husband’s lifetime.
Well, she was fifty one, I was sixty four, what a pleasant change from almost always fucking new Jet Musalmān Beauties.
Moreover, most of them are Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Are they not?
They wanted to inaugurate their Just Eighteen Just Adult ardent Musalmān Cunts with my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, even if it were sixty four years old.
The older the better, they argued.
The more experienced I, the better I can handle their Just Eighteen Just Adult daughter inaugurating her virgin Musalmān Cunt with my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Brigade had successfully changed most of the Musalmān parents’ sexual morals even.
Wasn’t it absolutely incredible?
Yes, but even then, it was true.
The truth was really stranger than fiction.
I had never even dreamed of it.
Nevertheless it was my routine now.
I don’t know how many Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties I had inaugurated now.
They were countless already.
Yes, I had fucked their extremely beautiful Ammīs, Kħālās, Buās, Chachīs, Mumānīs etcetera too to honor them as a courtesy.
Even while their Musalmān husbands were present in the functions and celebrations.
Even then it was a pleasant change for me now that Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad was interested in me sexually.
Eīshān, how amazingly beautiful she was even at her fifty one!
If she wanted to replace me her husband in her sexual life, it was an utmost pleasant surprise for me.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad was always against the Musalmān Beauties that had any Hindu lover.
If she herself was opting me, it was certainly a historic change in her ever communal morals.
Was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan behind it too establishing her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah?
Even if she was, let her be.*

Suddenly, I heard a door slam and Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad returning more quietly in our front door.
The slammed door was obviously Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s.
What had happened?
Downstairs I found Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad slumped over the kitchen table weeping profusely.
Standing beside her, I placed my arm round her shoulder and gave her a hug to console her.
She turned and hugged in return with her face in the lower part of my tummy, excitingly just above my Hindu crotch.

“Hey what’s up, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad?”
She continued sobbing,

“Oh Durgesh, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s upset with me and threw me out.”

Eventually she calmed.
Aware of movement in my Hindu groin, I lifted her to her feet, drew her to the living room to the couch and sat her down with me beside her.

Cuddling her round her shoulders again I pressed her to convey the problem to me.
Slowly she found her tongue.

“I really can’t say.”

“Can’t?”

“No, Durgesh I can’t.”

“Was she angry with you, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad?”

“Yes.”

“What made her angry then?”

“Sorry, I can’t go there, Durgesh.”

I tried another route.

“Did you try to console her?”

“I did but she just pushed me away and told me to go. She slammed the door in my face after hauling me there and told me to never see her again.”

Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad was definitely withholding something from me.

“That must make you very upset and hurt.”
At that she lost some of the tension in her body as if it was a kind of release that hit the spot.
We held each other very close for a while in silence.
She put her free arm round my waist, her head cradled against my neck, her ever erect huge beautiful Musalmān breasts pressing against my Hindu chest, holding me as if to acknowledge her release.
Inwardly I was wondering how the row could have started alongside enjoying her physical closeness and feeling a faint stirring below.
Then I wondered?
“Did Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān coming into the kitchen and seeing us have anything to do with it?”
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad unconsciously jolted in my arms but didn’t reply.
I had an intimation of what had happened at last and waited.

“You feel rejected by Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.” A tighter hug followed.

“Sounds like a bit of jealousy to me.” her body recognized my comment.
I continued,

“I can understand her being jealous, but she’s no reason to, has she?”

“Only that you’re my husband’s friend, as well as a friend of my son too, otherwise nothing.”

“Shall I go and see her, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad?”

“Let her cool a bit before we do anything, Durgesh.”
I assented to that.
We were still sitting very close when she gave a big squeeze with her enveloped body still in her dressing gown but the hem had slipped revealing her extremely beautiful immensely smooth Musalmān thighs up to her stocking tops.
I found the sight of her covered thighs and beginning of her soft white flesh exhilarating.
The effect was a sudden fullness in my Uncut Hindu Cock and its immense rise.
She didn’t see my emerging hard on ostensibly.
Her pressure against me did have the effect of pushing her ever erect huge beautiful Musalmān breasts against her open neckline of her gown, giving me a delightful exposure.

“She has to get used to your being around ̶ I’m not going to let her come between us whatever happens.”
I wasn’t entirely sure what she meant but was beginning to lose my cool at that moment.

“I’m so glad you’ve come back to me, Durgesh.” She was looking into my eyes when she moved her lips up to mine and ran her lips across mine, slowly in a way that was certainly not platonic now.
Was Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad really replacing her late Musalmān husband with me?
And as soon as her husband’s funeral is over?
If it was so, she must have already planned it even while Al Muħammad was alive.
What the hell did it mean?
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad was not as communal actually as she acted ostensibly to make Al Muħammad believe?
In my long sixty four years of life, I had met so many Musalmīn who were not communal at all, nevertheless they acted to be so to make their communal community believe that they were too as communal as the rest of the community.
Was Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad one of them?
I reciprocated as we went into a kind of trance with our lips.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth opened slightly and I let my tongue slip in the gap at the same time as running my hand down her back to her excellent exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks as I began to slide it over her excellent exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
Realizing my move I stalled my kiss.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad backed off my lips and returned to my Hindu chest.
She must have looked down for she noticed her cleavage but then glanced further down.
Her reaction to the pyramid of my gown was instant.
Shocked she withdrew with, “Allah! Oh God, Durgesh, what now? What have I done? What a bloody mess ̶ Allah, oh shit.

She tore herself away from me and ran upstairs to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
Creeping slowly upstairs I listened outside her door and could hear her crying and sobbing.
I felt callous but it was not good to do anything at that moment, I was sure.
I retreated to my bedroom.
I let my dressing gown fall open and casually stroked myself, letting my thoughts wander over the highly exciting previous hours.

I decided to phone My friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, who could often get a bit sexual with me with phone sex, but she was out.
I decided to give Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr a call.
Bingo the phone rang, she was home, she lived alone and knew I was here for the funeral.
But we had a thing going for us for over a year.
She was as lewd and dirty and always seemed willing to go there even on a Sunday morning.
Very soon, I had her wanking with me over the phone about the whipping I had given her last week at her place whilst watching a particularly hard Årab video about a fifty year old Saåūdī Årab Musalmān woman getting a hard caning and anal fuck by a Hindu while tied.
She was on the floor that day with her fingers in her cunt whilst we both watched the video and I fucked her reddening Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass with my Uncut Hindu Lund too hardened to bear even in her Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass already used to it immensely.
Wild animal anal sex was Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr’s utmost weakness, she never even wanted to get rid of.
Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr was crazy to have my Uncut Hindu Lund into her ever ravenous ardent Musalmān ass.
Her ever pious Musalmān husband never provided her it.
Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr raped me one day consequently to get it from me.
Her numerous extremely beautiful Musalmān female friends had told her, they had already enjoyed immense anal sex too, with me.

I was voicing our highs from that occasion when she started to cum in a crescendo over the phone.
I hadn’t the speaker on deliberately at that moment.
I started cumming to letting her hear me at the same time when my bedroom door opened and Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad stepped in, still in her nightie with no gown on and in her stocking feet.
In the moment before she saw me, she was absolutely calm, but then she was horrified suddenly at the sight of me shooting my day or two’s spunk all into her friend’s, Al Jamīlah Al Vasīm’s extremely beautiful Musalmān Choot.
Silently she fled back to her bedroom banging the door again.
This time I could hear her screaming and wailing even more than earlier.

When Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr came down from her high, I relayed what had happened, and was sure I heard a slight guffaw at the other end.
We parted on intimate terms and promised to meet when I returned home.
She was happy with the arrangement we had as she knew from the outset of my marriage, even though My friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, didn’t.

I decided to face Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad this time and rose, cleaned off my residue with a tissue, tied my gown and went to her door.
She had quieted down somewhat.
Slowly I opened her door.
She had the wit not to lock her door.

She lay on her double bed on the sheet with no cover, still crying quietly.
She looked askance when she saw me sit beside her but said nothing.

“I’m sorry, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, you weren’t meant to witness that. But your friend, Al Jamīlah Al Vasīm, needed it very much. Her husband never makes love to her as wildly as she needs it. ”
At the same time, I lay my hand and arm across her lower back on her silk nightie.
It felt good doing that and she didn’t attempt to deter me but let it happen.
I slowly soothed her softness.
She kept her eyes closed as if ashamed of what she’d seen.

“My fault, Durgesh, for coming in without warning. It’s just my bad luck Durgesh to make things even worse than they are. Durgesh, could you close the curtains, I must still have a hangover, and it’s so bright in here.”

I closed the curtains as tight as I could and returned beside.
She had turned over on her back, still in her nightie.
The darkened room made it much more intimate and cool.
Taking my hand again she placed it on her tummy as if for comfort.
She asked me if it was My friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, on the phone.
I could honestly say no.
She looked relieved.

“Can I ask who it was then, Durgesh?”

“A friend I’ve known a year or so, Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr, actually.”

“You haven’t mentioned her before, Durgesh. She must be nice. Is she? What’s she like?”

“About thirty, single and enjoys it, likes good fun and doesn’t want to get involved ̶ at least that’s what she tells me.”

“I can see she likes fun, Durgesh. Oh, I am sorry I intruded, Durgesh. I was just coming to make peace and have a cuddle that’s all.”

“You still can, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.”

“This is nice but could you stroke my tummy like you were doing my back.”

“Sure Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.” I had forgotten I had been doing that earlier.
As I started she looked so much more relaxed and closed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes again.
She went silent on me as I moved my hand in circles round her navel.
Her tummy was slightly plump from motherhood and woman years.
I could see the outline of her ever erect huge beautiful Musalmān breasts slightly flattened by her nightie and her years as well.
Nevertheless, I felt a slight stirring down below.
What a weekend so far.

Widening my hand circle, I came into contact with her suspender belt.
A note of caution or another awakening on my part, let alone her.
She was saying nothing, but I could tell she wasn’t going to stop me so far.
About ten minutes passed.
I noticed her extremely beautiful immensely smooth Musalmān thighs and legs relaxing from their earlier tension.
Her nightie was around her suspenders and were on show.
Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr, you just took the first flush, I’m feeling horny again.

“Durgesh, that’s lovely darling, don’t stop, it’s just what I need.”

“I won’t stop, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, as long as you like what I’m doing.”

She settled further down the pillow.
Her head was more aligned with her body.
In doing so, she had let the nightie ride up further, showing her white flesh above those stockings.
She must know she’s having a sexy show for me.

Continuing my circular movements, I slowly moved to a wider circle taking in her lower chest just below her lovely tits and just above her hairy Musalmān mound.
She visibly relaxed even further.
She seemed to be encouraging me to continue.
I was so glad she asked me to shut the curtains.
I had never been this intimate with her in my life and I wasn’t sure where this would end, though I could imagine it.

I started to concentrate on her lower waist just above her hairs and well below where I had started.
She started to reciprocate my movements with her own.
It was if this care had never happened before.
I decided to go for broke.
Lifting her nightie above her hairs, I ran my hand even round her Musalmān mound very slowly and softly.
She let out a great sigh but I couldn’t hear any word.
I was glad I was on her right side as, I could be more dexterous and responsive to her.
I slithered my hand in her hairs in small circles, gradually descending to her still closed Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit.

With her still silent, I slipped my finger into and along her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot between her oh so wet labia and found myself where she wanted me to be, I was sure.
Concentrating on her wetness I ran my finger, along the crevice as I took in her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and up to her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit where I concentrated my attention in between short hops lower down.
But always back to her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit, where it was obvious she wanted me to be.

She responded by widening and lifting her extremely beautiful immensely smooth Musalmān thighs now with her knees bent.
I loved the sight of those stockings and suspenders holding them up.
Fucking gorgeous.
I decided to definitely put my own needs aside as I increased the tempo on her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit.
I could feel her building up to her high, but then I would slide back down to take off the pressure but then return.
I was now getting on this side of cruelty in stemming her inevitable need so I decided to go for it and returned to that swollen nub more directly by running my finger along the sides rapidly.

At that moment, she let out a pent up scream.
Lifting her excellent exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks to prevent me escaping I helped let loose her cum, an unrelenting cum that seemed like weeks of frustration suddenly let go.

She collapsed but lifted her arms to envelop me in obvious gratitude.

Where do we go from here? I wondered.

Chapter 2

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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