Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh: 25
Posted: November 29, 2014 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Jihad Al Islam, Al Zāhidah Al Durrānī, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Assalāt Al Fajir, Asshams Al Islam, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, life sciences, Modern Democratic Årabia, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Padminī Bhārgav, Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex Leave a commentAl Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
Chapter 24
Assalāt Al Fajir opened the door to see what it was and saw her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, as I was dragging a heavy suitcase into the spare bedroom.
“Durgesh…what are you doing?” Assalāt Al Fajir asked her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.
I looked up at Al Jihad Al Islam’s youngest daughter, Assalāt Al Fajir, and she could see that I was immensely grave.
“I’m no longer sleeping with your Ammī. This is going to be my new home…at least for now. I’m sorry you had to see this sweetie, but I’m out of patience with the current situation. Now I’m going in here and just want to be alone for a while ok Assalāt Al Fajir.” I said to Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter as I walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind me. Assalāt Al Fajir closed the door behind her and looked at Asshams Al Islam, who was now sitting up in bed.
“I know…I heard. I guess Ammī got her wish, that Durgesh move out, which it sounded as if I might soon.” Asshams Al Islam said shaking her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head. “Allah, I hate that Over Musalmān bitch, why does she have to do this to Durgesh…to all of us?” Asshams Al Islam said, and looked like she was about to cry again.
Assalāt Al Fajir knew how she felt, but she wasn’t sad enough to cry.
She was thinking and the gears were turning inside her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head.
“You know Asshams Al Islam…with Durgesh sleeping in the room down the hall, instead of with Ammī…She would never know if Durgesh was to do anything while in there.” Assalāt Al Fajir said looking at her sister, but Asshams Al Islam gave her a confused look.
“I don’t understand, Assalāt Al Fajir.” Asshams Al Islam said as she cleared the tears away.
Assalāt Al Fajir sat on the bed next to her.
“I mean…that if Durgesh was having sex with someone…Ammī would never know. Even if Durgesh is having sex…with us!” Assalāt Al Fajir said spelling it out for her sister.
Asshams Al Islam’s eyes got wider and so did her smile.
“You think we could pull it off…would I go for it you think?” Asshams Al Islam asked her sister, and Assalāt Al Fajir now thought it interesting that Asshams Al Islam was asking her advice on sex.
“Well, Durgesh hasn’t been getting a lot from Ammī it seems…and as you sort of said in the kitchen, Durgesh does spend a LOT of time in his study. I bet it can’t all be work. I bet he… fucks our Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān girlfriends or Ammī’s, every night in there.” Assalāt Al Fajir said, still not used to saying naughty words, but she was getting practice in.
Asshams Al Islam grinned at her sister, and hugged her.
“Maybe we can come up with a plan…to seduce Durgesh. And Ammī will never know. And if Durgesh does move out…we’ll go with Durgesh, of course. I wouldn’t want to live with that bitch.” Asshams Al Islam said as she pulled from the hug.
Assalāt Al Fajir gave her sister a strange look.
She had liked her sister’s contact.
“Yes, we’ll go with Durgesh…but I still wish you wouldn’t call Ammī ‘bitch’. She’s still our Ammī…and I do still love her. Like Durgesh, I still hope she’ll come back to us one day.” Assalāt Al Fajir said looking at her sister.
“Ok Assalāt Al Fajir, I’ll try…but from here on we have a goal…to get Durgesh to have sex with us. Now all we need is a plan.” Asshams Al Islam said, as she stood up, excited that maybe…soon, she would get the man she had loved for so long.
Assalāt Al Fajir watched her sister, and felt her excitement, for her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh…and for Asshams Al Islam.
A plan was forming in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head that might get her both of them.
“Yeah a plan….I might just have one, Asshams Al Islam….I might just have one.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she looked at the door to the hallway. “But as Ammī would say, have faith, Asshams Al Islam…in the end, we’ll get what we want….in the end.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she smiled at Asshams Al Islam.*
Al Jihad Al Islam stood in the kitchen finishing up the cleaning, the tears having stopped a little while ago.
She couldn’t understand why her family didn’t want her to embrace Islam fully.
They didn’t understand that I had saved her from walking down a path of sex and sin.
Why couldn’t they see she tried to live according to Islam, and that she needed me in her life.
But Al Jihad Al Islam also knew she needed me and her girls.
She was doing it for us….not for herself.
She had to.
Allah was helping her to be strong from temptation.
Nevertheless, Al Jihad Al Islam also saw that because of her devotion to Islam, she was losing her family, when she so desperately needed them, just as much as she needed Islam.
Al Jihad Al Islam decided she needed guidance on what to do…she decided she needed to talk to Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.
Maybe Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could help her gain guidance through Islam.
Besides, Al Jihad Al Islam had a feeling her family didn’t want to see much of her now today.
Al Jihad Al Islam went into her room, showered and dressed.
She didn’t see any of her family; they must all be in their rooms, she thought.
Al Jihad Al Islam decided to leave her family a note, saying she had gone to Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī and she would be back in a few hours.
Al Jihad Al Islam walked to the front door and left the house, taking one of the cars.
As she pulled into the street, she looked over her house, and prayed to Allah that they would soon be a family again.
She then drove off down the street.*
A while later I came out of the bedroom, still feeling angry but knowing I couldn’t sit in there thinking how to control it all day.
As I walked down the hall, I heard the girls laughing about something in Asshams Al Islam’s room.
I smiled, thinking that some of the family was happy at least for a while.
I continued into the living room and into the kitchen, where I found Al Jihad Al Islam’s note and quickly read it.
I stood there for a minute, then balled up the note and threw it into the trash.
“She couldn’t even stay away from her Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī long enough to try and talk about what had happened earlier.” I said aloud, feeling angrier.
How superstitious and backward these Pseudo Musalmīn are.
Every effort to bring them in the mainstream was backfiring usually.
Indro nirjyotishā tamaso gā aduxat!
How to?
It wasn’t easy.
The persona like Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī always make it difficult.
And there are countless persons like Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī in Pseudo Musalmīn.
The Pseudo Musalmīn have more faith in them than on their real well wishers.
Even Al Jihad Al Islam…
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Why don’t you understand, Durgesh? My dear Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, Al Jihad Al Islam is played a game with Pseudo Musalmīn. Every educated Musalmān lady is. I myself too.”
“Sālī,” I retorted, “She has quarreled with me that I shouldn’t fuck her, because she is an ardent Musalmān, and I’m a Hindu.”
“Don’t worry. Her thirty years and twenty eight years old, tremendously attractive, young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughters, Asshams Al Islam and Assalāt Al Fajir are planning to fuck you themselves there. Please, don’t leave the home.”
I was startled.
It was a fun to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā, reincarnated, to arrange something sexy for me I didn’t approve of.
The ever first President of Modern Democratic Årabia immensely enjoyed it.
I didn’t object why she was doing it.
She was crazy to establish her dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
And she was succeeding in it sooner than even I had expected.
Her latest success was her treaty with Padminī Bhārgav.
I never wondered if I should truly consider divorce.
It wasn’t any solution for a Hindu at all.
The girls were now over 18.
They were no longer an issue.
If they wanted to stay with Al Jihad Al Islam or go with me if I left, that was their choice.
Nevertheless, I still didn’t want to split the family.
It wasn’t any solution for me.
All of them now slept under one roof, and that’s how I liked it.
I had never even liked the idea of the girls growing up and moving away, even when they were little.
I sighed, and decided little I could do about anything now at present immediately.
My wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Asshams Al Islam’s and Asshams Al Islam’s and Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, was gone and would be for some while.
Naturally, any talk with her, immediately, was out of question.
I decided go into my study.
I walked over to it, entered in, and closed the door.
Asshams Al Islam and Assalāt Al Fajir remained in Asshams Al Islam’s room for some time.
Assalāt Al Fajir refused to tell her sister her plan at first, saying she wasn’t done thinking yet.
The two of them sat in Asshams Al Islam’s room and watched the TV she too had in her room.
They had watched some comedy show on the comedy network, until it was over with, then Asshams Al Islam again became frustrated and wanted to know what was going on behind Assalāt Al Fajir’s head.
“Come on, Assalāt Al Fajir…out with it, I’m dying here, waiting for this grand plan of yours.” Asshams Al Islam said, needing to know her sister’s plan.
“Ok, ok, Asshams Al Islam. I’m not finished I think. Maybe you can throw some stuff in. Ok, Durgesh more than likely stays in his study and fucks someone of our ladyfriends when everyone’s asleep. I think we should make sure I can’t finish once I get started.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she looked at her sister.
“What does that mean Assalāt Al Fajir, we knock on his door and tell me to stop fucking our ladyfriends or else. I don’t think I would like that much.” Asshams Al Islam said, not thinking much of her sister’s plan.
“No, not like that, Asshams Al Islam, but we do interrupt him while he’s doing it. It has to be after Ammī is asleep, and then we come up with excuses why we need to disturb him in my study. I hope that we’ll catch him after he has started…you know…fucking someone. Then we interrupt him, and keep doing it until he has to go to bed.” Assalāt Al Fajir said feeling proud of herself for coming up with such a good plan.
Asshams Al Islam had another opinion of it.
“Assalāt Al Fajir, I can tell you don’t know guys very well. Even if Durgesh can’t finish in the study, if he’s really worked up he will just wait until he gets to bed then finish there. Well…unless he is no longer turned on, or turned off somehow.” Asshams Al Islam said, just thinking to herself out loud.
Nevertheless, Assalāt Al Fajir got an idea.
“Hey…I know something that would turn Durgesh off…Ammī. If she caught Durgesh in there…fucking one of our immensely beautiful friends, she would be mad as hell. That would make Durgesh forget about finishing.” Assalāt Al Fajir said to her sister, Asshams Al Islam.
Asshams Al Islam looked thoughtful, throwing the idea in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head.
“Maybe, but it might come out to Durgesh that we told Ammī he was doing it…they both would be mad at us.” Asshams Al Islam pointed out to her twenty eight years old younger Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sister.
“We could try and get Ammī in there without telling her, but how?” Assalāt Al Fajir said looking at her sister.
“Well, you know, we’ll have to interrupt Durgesh at least a few times for him to give up trying maybe; we can try and use all the ideas. We just have to be careful and not make Durgesh think we’re up to anything….or Ammī either.” Asshams Al Islam said.
She then noticed the time and wondered if her parents had made any plans for later today.
“Hey Assalāt Al Fajir, we better go and see if Ammī or Durgesh want to do anything today, we’ve been in here a long time.” Asshams Al Islam said pointing at the clock in her room.
“Well, we can talk more later about how to go about “seducing “Durgesh later, I guess.” Assalāt Al Fajir said smiling at her sister.
Asshams Al Islam grinned and eagerly shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head.
They both got up from the bed.
Asshams Al Islam opened the door.
“Besides, I’m hungry now…” Asshams Al Islam said looking back at her sister.
Assalāt Al Fajir shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head in agreement.
However, she was thinking that she wouldn’t mind Asshams Al Islam eating something else.
Yet Assalāt Al Fajir was too shy to tell her sister.
She just followed Asshams Al Islam out of the door.
When Asshams Al Islam got into the kitchen, it was empty. Asshams Al Islam opened the fridge and bent over, hunting for possible leftovers.
Assalāt Al Fajir leaned against the counter and waited for her sister to finish.
She then noticed Asshams Al Islam’s butt, being stuck up in the air as it was and couldn’t help but stare at it. Asshams Al Islam was more voluptuous.
Assalāt Al Fajir was fascinated by it.
She had an urge to rub her hand across it, but was much too shy for that.
She still felt uncomfortable speaking sexy words and describing sexual things.
Soon, Asshams Al Islam rose back up with a plate of spaghetthe.
“Want any?” Asshams Al Islam asked her sister holding the bowl up.
Assalāt Al Fajir shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head no.
Asshams Al Islam placed the bowl in the microwave and began heating it up.
Asshams Al Islam was feeling a weird vibe from her sister but wasn’t sure why.
“You ok sis…you seem a bit distant the past few minutes.” Asshams Al Islam asked her sister and lay her hand on Assalāt Al Fajir shoulder.
Assalāt Al Fajir jumped slightly at the contact, causing Asshams Al Islam to stare at her.
“I’m just thinking is all, mind is wondering.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she looked at her sister and tried to smile.
“After I eat, we’ll ask Durgesh if they have any plans ok.” Asshams Al Islam said sitting at the table with her leftover plate and a glass of soda.
Assalāt Al Fajir shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head, and sat down with her sister, but only having soda.
Asshams Al Islam quickly ate and neither of them spoke.
Asshams Al Islam still thought something was bothering Assalāt Al Fajir, but didn’t want to drag it out of her.
After they finished up and cleaned up, they went looking for their parents.
After a quick look in their bedroom, family room and the spare bedroom, they looked at each other.
“Where can they be?” Assalāt Al Fajir said to her sister. Asshams Al Islam shrugged her shoulders, and then had a thought.
“Let’s check…maybe they went someplace in one of the cars.” Asshams Al Islam said as she went to the living room window and looked out.
She saw that Ammī’s car was missing from her spot and assumed that they had gone somewhere.
“Ammī’s car is gone…I bet they went somewhere, but it’s weird they didn’t tell us or anything.” Asshams Al Islam said, wondering where they both went too.
“I don’t know but I guess we have the house to ourselves then” Assalāt Al Fajir said looking at her sister.
“Hey I got an idea, let’s go check out Durgesh’s computer, you said Durgesh was looking at porn last night…he probably has some on his computer. You feel like checking?” Asshams Al Islam gave Assalāt Al Fajir a big smile.
Assalāt Al Fajir frowned at her sister, now a bit worried…they didn’t know how long their parents would be.
“They could come back at any time…we don’t know where they went, Asshams Al Islam.” Assalāt Al Fajir said to her sister, worried they would get caught.
“Come on, Assalāt Al Fajir…after what we were talking about doing a little while ago, you’re scared now! Come on…it’ll be fun, you might learn something.” Asshams Al Islam said giggling slightly as she started toward the kitchen…and the study.
Assalāt Al Fajir hesitated for a few seconds, then followed her sister.
Assalāt Al Fajir was about fifteen feet behind when Asshams Al Islam reached the study door and reached down for the knob.
Asshams Al Islam started to turn the handle and looked back to her sister finally come where she could see her, when she opened the door.
Asshams Al Islam smiled at Assalāt Al Fajir and started to walk in the study, when she turned forward…and saw Durgesh sitting at the computer chair.
Asshams Al Islam saw me quickly whip my head about and look in her direction.
The eyes of us both went wide.
I was surprised because Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated eldest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter had opened the door.
Asshams Al Islam was surprised because I had my pants down around my ankles and had my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund in Al Zāhidah Al Durrānī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot .
Al Zāhidah Al Durrānī was Al Jihad Al Islam’s one of tremendously beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friends that never appeared more than thirty five, yet they couldn’t be less than fifty ever.
Their own eldest daughters were around twenty-eight or thirty.
Chapter 26
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh: 24
Posted: November 27, 2014 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat, Uncategorized | Tags: Al Jihad Al Islam, Al Kāynāt Al Islam, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Assalāt Al Fajir, Asshams Al Islam, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex Leave a commentAl Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
Chapter 24
Assalāt Al Fajir wasn’t very good at it.
She was a ‘good’ girl, even at her twenty eight.
Asshams Al Islam was thirty, and wasn’t that ‘good.
“Uh huh…well, I hope you had fun last night…being so hot.” Asshams Al Islam said and was almost about to leave, when she got even more curious. “Hey…what got you so hot last night?”
Asshams Al Islam asked it smiling, but very much wondering what had gotten her younger sister wet.
“Nothing…I ..nothing.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she looked at her sister.
Asshams Al Islam didn’t feel like letting it go and for some reason really wanted to know what had gotten her sister so wet.
She then came up with a good enough threat that should make her sister tell her the truth.
“If you don’t tell me, the truth….Ill go tell Ammī that you slept without panties and that they were soaking wet when I woke you up. What do you think she will do?”
Asshams Al Islam said it, even knowing she was being mean, but too damn curious to stop.
Assalāt Al Fajir had some good ideas what their now very strict, prudish Ammī would do.
Assalāt Al Fajir knew if she didn’t tell her sister…her Ammī would work it out of her.
Then Assalāt Al Fajir knew her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, would not be happy about last night.
“No…no don’t. I’ll tell….just please don’t tell it to Ammī.” Assalāt Al Fajir started to cry.
Even at her twenty-eight, despite she had her PhD, she wasn’t as understanding as Asshams Al Islam, her elder sister was.
Asshams Al Islam felt bad she had caused her sister to cry, not thinking she would get like that.
Asshams Al Islam knelt down and hugged her sister.
“It’s ok, just tell me and I won’t tell Ammī…I promise. Did some boy get you hot or something yesterday?” Asshams Al Islam said trying to calm her sister.
Assalāt Al Fajir shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head no.
“Well, tell me then, No Ammī if you tell me…the truth.” Asshams Al Islam said to her sister.
Assalāt Al Fajir shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head yes.
Asshams Al Islam waited for a minute while her sister calmed down.
“It… it was Durgesh…Durgesh got me like this.” Assalāt Al Fajir said, and before she could continue Asshams Al Islam jumped in.
“Durgesh touched you last night…he didn’t molest you, did he?”
Asshams Al Islam was growing angry.
Assalāt Al Fajir’s eyes popped open and she shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head no.
“NO…I didn’t say that…I saw Durgesh last night…nude… and he…he had a, you know…a hard-on.” Assalāt Al Fajir said trying to tell Asshams Al Islam but her natural shyness made it hard.
Asshams Al Islam’s eyes popped open this time and she grinned.
“How…when…how did you see Durgesh nude?” Asshams Al Islam asked excited at this bit of gossip.
She wanted more details.
“Ok…ok. I was up and went into the kitchen to get a drink last night. I…I heard noises in the study…well..I went to check on them. I opened the door…I know I didn’t knock. I then saw Durgesh, and he was having sex with my friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam, naked. They were watching their own porno film on his screen and was…well…I was…you know…having sex.” Assalāt Al Fajir said that last as if it was a state secret. “But I…I watched them…I had never seen…a… a man’s thingie hard…and watched as Durgesh…you know…” Assalāt Al Fajir said and making the motion of having sex.
Asshams Al Islam almost burst out laughing, but settled for a huge grin.
“You mean you watched Durgesh having sex with Al Kāynāt Al Islam ?” Asshams Al Islam said then thought of something else before Assalāt Al Fajir could answer. “Did he cum into her…did you watch that too?”
“Yes..yes, he did…and yes I watched it. I…I…even…you know…used my… well… fingers too you know.” Assalāt Al Fajir said getting excited telling her sister and then making the motion above the covers of fingering herself.
Asshams Al Islam almost hit the floor shocked, that her sister would peak like that…THEN finger herself as she watched.
“Allah, you didn’t. You watched Durgesh fucking your twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam, and you diddled your self while you watched?” Asshams Al Islam said, her whole opinion of her sister changing as they talked.
“Yes, then I was still excited and had to do it again in the bed. Oh, then something else happened.” Assalāt Al Fajir then remembering her getting up and listen at the bedroom door.
“What happened?” Asshams Al Islam said wishing she could have been the one to find her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, like that.
“I guess Durgesh was still excited, because I heard them going at it in their room….you know having sex. Allah, God, Asshams Al Islam…you should have heard them. Then for some reason they argued, and Durgesh slept in the other bedroom.” Assalāt Al Fajir said, making sure to leave off what she did later while her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, slept.
As it was, Asshams Al Islam couldn’t believe it.
“So that’s why Durgesh came walking for the other direction this morning, I was wondering about that. I wonder why they argued after they had sex.” Asshams Al Islam thought out loud.
“I don’t know, but…you said you wouldn’t tell Ammī. You aren’t, are you?” Assalāt Al Fajir asked worried she wouldn’t keep her promise.
“Hey I promised, I won’t tell Ammī. But I never said anything about Durgesh.” Asshams Al Islam said with a grin.
She watched as her sister’s face turned sheet white. Asshams Al Islam began to laugh at her sister’s face. “No…no I’m not. You can’t take a joke, Assalāt Al Fajir.”
“That was mean, Asshams Al Islam.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she slapped her sister on the arm, none too gently.
Asshams Al Islam was almost about to slap her sister back when…
“What was mean?” Al Jihad Al Islam said as she then appeared around the corner of the door and looked into Assalāt Al Fajir room. “Are you being mean to your little sister Assalāt Al Fajir? You know I won’t stand for that in this house.”
The two sisters looked back at their Ammī, both of their faces red, glad their Ammī hadn’t showed up a minute ago.
“No, Ammī, she wasn’t….I just didn’t wake up well is all.” Assalāt Al Fajir said, not wanting to get her sister in trouble. Asshams Al Islam turned around and mouthed a “thank you” to her younger sister.
“Ok…but you two need to come on, the food is getting cold. Allah didn’t provide us with food so that it could be wasted for idle talk, or little sleepy heads. Come on.” Al Jihad Al Islam said as she turned, closed the door, and walked back down the hall.
The two of them listened as her footsteps receded down the hall.*
They sighed.
“Allah, that was close. If she had heard anything of what we had been talking about…” Asshams Al Islam said leaving her statement hanging.
Assalāt Al Fajir just shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head in agreement, as she threw back the covers and grabbed some clothes to throw on.
Asshams Al Islam didn’t mean too, but watched her sister intently as her nude form moved about the room.
Her sister was much shorter then herself and where she was well built as they say, her sister was also big breasted and heavy buttocked, making her look much younger than her 28 years.
Assalāt Al Fajir sensed her sister was watching her.
She covered up with her shirt before putting it on.
“What are you looking at?” Assalāt Al Fajir said, feeling now a bit self- conscious around her older sister.
“Nothing…I was just thinking about the difference in our bodies is all, how you’re smaller in size then me.” Asshams Al Islam said meaning no offense and not telling her sister that her looking had been more than simple observation.
“Are you saying I’ve got big breasts?” Assalāt Al Fajir said defensively, thinking hers were good sized.
Asshams Al Islam smiled at Assalāt Al Fajir.
“No…just looking at the differences in both of us is all, but hurry or Ammī will get mad.” Asshams Al Islam said, wanting her sister to finish dressing.
“Ok…but stop looking so hard at me.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she continued to get dress, throwing on her shirt over her bra.
Asshams Al Islam grinned at her.
“Ohhhh I’m ogling you…stop worrying yourself, sister. You’re not my type.” Asshams Al Islam said as she walked to the door and placed her hand on the knob.
“What is your type, Asshams Al Islam?” Assalāt Al Fajir asked her sister before she opened the door.
“Man…preferably with big ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.” Asshams Al Islam said, trying to shake her shy sister.
Assalāt Al Fajir grinned at her sister and responded.
“Oh…you mean Durgesh then.” Assalāt Al Fajir said with a smile as she slid on her pants.
Asshams Al Islam whipped her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head around and looked at her sister.
“Durgesh has a big one? How big was it, Assalāt Al Fajir?” Asshams Al Islam said very curious…. and excited.
“Mmm about this big I’e guess.” Assalāt Al Fajir said holding her hands fingers about 10 or so inches apart. “And about this thick.” She said closing her fist to make a circle, but leaving it very open. Assalāt Al Fajir smiled as her sister swallowed hard.
“Damn that is big…I wish I had been the one to see it last night.” Asshams Al Islam said as she again turned to open the door, and she missed her sister’s sly grin.
“You know Durgesh does spend a lot of time in my study….not all of that can be work, I was figuring last night.” Assalāt Al Fajir said hoping to shake her sister.
Assalāt Al Fajir had indeed given the idea more thought…wondering if she could catch her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, again in that position and have another look.
Asshams Al Islam again stopped, but didn’t turn around.
“Hmm…that’s interesting. But if we don’t get to the kitchen Ammī’s going to have us for breakfast as well.” Asshams Al Islam said opening the door and took a few steps into the hall.
Assalāt Al Fajir didn’t know what had come over her but she couldn’t help what she said as her sister left.
“That too might be kinda interesting.” Assalāt Al Fajir said jokingly as she smiled.
Asshams Al Islam had heard her comment and stopped in the hallway.
She too thought that might be interesting.
A sudden image popped into Asshams Al Islam’s head of forcing her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam’s mouth to eat her out, and Asshams Al Islam shivered.
She wasn’t sure if it was from lust or disgust.
She then continued her walk to the kitchen, and heard her sister close her door on the way out.
When they arrived in the kitchen, Al Jihad Al Islam and I looked up at them.
Al Jihad Al Islam gave them a scornful look.
“Well. about time you two got here, I have to say grace before we eat.” Al Jihad Al Islam said placing the two sisters plates on the table, then sitting down as the two sisters did.
“Sorry Ammī…we had to wash up.” Assalāt Al Fajir said fibbing to her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam.
Al Jihad Al Islam looked at her. A bit more gently then she did her sister.
“You should both hurry up next time. Ok, everyone ready?” Al Jihad Al Islam said as everyone bowed her head.
“Bismillahirraħmānirraħīm.” Al Jihad Al Islam spoke aloud, then lifted her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head.
The others each had their own thoughts about why she had said it quite this way this morning, But they didn’t mind partaking in Al Jihad Al Islam’s blessings…as long as they could eat at the end of it.
After they all finished the meal and Al Jihad Al Islam started collecting the plates to be washed, I stretched and yawned loudly.
Asshams Al Islam smiled at her sister who also smiled the silent thought of why I was so tired popped into both of their heads.
“Late night in the study working, Durgesh? Did you get all of your work down in there?” Asshams Al Islam said smiling at her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.
She still had a little food left on her plate and continued now eating it.
I smiled.
Assalāt Al Fajir lowered her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head, NOT believing her sister had brought that up that way.
Assalāt Al Fajir knew Asshams Al Islam had a big mouth…but, Allah!
Al Jihad Al Islam remembering the remark last night I made about something with the study, perked her ear up and waited for my response.
“Umm…yes, Asshams Al Islam… I finished everything I had to do. Why do you ask?” I said, now convinced she was the one that had caught me in my study.
Nevertheless, I didn’t think she would embarrass me this way.
“Oh no reason, I just thought I heard you up late last night.” Asshams Al Islam said, not smiling now, realizing she had let her stuck her foot in her big mouth. “I…I just figured it was you is all, and had been working late.” Asshams Al Islam said.
Nevertheless, now not feeling good.
Partly for possible embarrassing her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.
I loved her very much.
“Excuse me; I have to use the bathroom.” She said and handed her plate to her Ammī as she left.
Asshams Al Islam noticed she gave her a weird look and Asshams Al Islam felt like throwing up, wondering why she had brought the subject up.
She rushed out of the room, honestly thinking she was going to throw up.
Assalāt Al Fajir, not wanting to be in the room right now, tried to think of a good reason to rush out of the room, without helping with the dishes.
“I…I better go see if she’s ok.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she handed her plate to her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, and followed her sister out of the room.
I just sat there for a minute feeling my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s eyes on me.
I got up and moved next to her.
Al Jihad Al Islam couldn’t hold her question any longer.
She asked me.
“Durgesh…why did she ask you about working in the study…I remember you mentioning something happening in there last night. Is there anything you need to tell me?” Al Jihad Al Islam asked me, not really sure what was going on, but she wondered if Asshams Al Islam knew something she didn’t….and that thought disturbed her.
“Nothing happened last night…at least not in the study. Hell you know what…let’s just say nothing at all happened last night and leave it at that.” I said.
Cautious that it might be found out that I was fucking Al Kāynāt Al Islam in my study.
However, what made it worse was that one of her daughters had seen me doing it.
Al Jihad Al Islam would be pissed at me that I had ALLOWED that to happen.
I tried to change the subject any way I could.
“Don’t you swear at me Durgesh, I’m not the one that started…THAT… last night. I’ve already asked forgiveness from Allah and I hope He has forgiven it. However, don’t think for a minute that you will try that ever again. If you do…I will call the police and report that you raped me!” Al Jihad Al Islam said, her anger rising.
I turned to her.
“You would tell the police I RAPED you…when we had just good old regular sex. Eīshān! You really have flipped out Al Jihad Al Islam.” I said, trying not to shout and alert the girls.
“Yes I will, Durgesh, if you take advantage of me again while I’m weak.” Al Jihad Al Islam whispered to me, also not wanting to alert the children of our argument.
“Al Jihad Al Islam…you really are lost to me, aren’t you? All right, you don’t have to be worried about me taking advantage of your “weaknesses” from now on. From now on, I’ll be sleeping in the spare bedroom. Now if you’ll excuse me…I need to pack some things for my new room.” I said softly, then turned and walked out of the room, heading for our bedroom.
Al Jihad Al Islam stood there for a minute, and then started crying into her hands.
When Asshams Al Islam left the breakfast table, she quickly walked to the hall bathroom and knelt before the toilet.
She tried to fight throwing up, but couldn’t stop herself, and had to hug the toilet as her breakfast came back up.
Just as she had started throwing up, Assalāt Al Fajir walked into the door of the bathroom and watched her throw up.
When Asshams Al Islam stopped and leaned up, Assalāt Al Fajir got her a washcloth and wet it with cool water.
Asshams Al Islam leaned her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head back as Assalāt Al Fajir brought her hand with the washcloth around and cleaned her sister’s face up.
Asshams Al Islam then moved and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall.
Assalāt Al Fajir then brought her sister a paper cup with water and Asshams Al Islam rinsed her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and spat it out into the toilet, then drank the rest.
“Thanks sis…I’m sorry you had to see that, but thank you.” Asshams Al Islam said weakly to her sister.
Assalāt Al Fajir stared at her sister.
“Sorry for what, for being sick…or making an ass of yourself and embarrassing Durgesh?” Assalāt Al Fajir asked, not holding the sarcasm back.
Asshams Al Islam looked up at her sister and smiled.
“If you can help me up…you can berate me in my room. I need to lie down.” Asshams Al Islam said holding out her hand for her sister to take.
Assalāt Al Fajir shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head and helped her stand.
Then she helped her to her room, and then helped her lie on her bed.
Assalāt Al Fajir closed the door and sat beside her sister on the bed, as Asshams Al Islam lay down.
Assalāt Al Fajir spoke first.
“Alright…what were you thinking, Asshams Al Islam. Why did you do that to Durgesh, I didn’t need that. I have Ammī to do that to me.” Assalāt Al Fajir said to her sister, brushing the hair away from Asshams Al Islam’s eyes.
Assalāt Al Fajir saw that Asshams Al Islam had begun to cry.
“I don’t know…why I did it. I …I got really excited about you telling me about you watching Durgesh…it just came out of my mouth and I couldn’t bring it back. I didn’t want to embarrass Durgesh, or even myself. I’m not sure…I think maybe…maybe I was jealous that you got to see that and share something like that with Durgesh…and I didn’t.” Asshams Al Islam said as she wiped the tears from her eyes. Assalāt Al Fajir looked at her.
“Well, whether you wanted to or not you did….and I hate to tell you, but…I think Ammī might know something’s up…the way she looked at you and Durgesh. Who knows what’s going on in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head? Nevertheless, why are you jealous of me watching Durgesh…WE didn’t do anything. I just watched him?” Assalāt Al Fajir asked her sister wondering why her sister would be so envious.
Asshams Al Islam looked very uncomfortable… and looked at her sister.
“If I tell you….you can’t tell a soul…promise.” Asshams Al Islam told her sister.
“I promise…I won’t say anything to anyone about what you’re about to say.” Assalāt Al Fajir held her hand over her heart as she spoke.
Asshams Al Islam shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head.
“I…for a long time, but especially after Durgesh spent so much time from work and all, at the hospital and at home helping me get back walking and recovering. Well before that, but he really understood my feelings for him after the accident….I love Durgesh.” Asshams Al Islam said looking at her sister.
“Of course you love Durgesh, most kids love…” Assalāt Al Fajir started saying to her sister, but Asshams Al Islam interrupted her.
“No, Assalāt Al Fajir….I don’t just love Durgesh…I LOVE Durgesh! Do you understand?” Asshams Al Islam said taking Assalāt Al Fajir’s arm and squeezing it slightly.
Assalāt Al Fajir’s eyes grew wide and her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth opened as she mouthed what her sister just said.
“You have the hots for Durgesh?” Assalāt Al Fajir asked her sister.
“More than the hots, Assalāt Al Fajir, I dream about Durgesh almost every night…being with Durgesh …being inside me. Assalāt Al Fajir, I can’t get Durgesh out of my head and I don’t want to. I joke around him, because I get butterflies in my stomach whenever he’s around. I have for years now. That’s partly why I hate Ammī so much, for hurting Durgesh. And me, but more for hurting me I think.” Asshams Al Islam said to her sister, and then looked at the ceiling. Assalāt Al Fajir looked at her sister.
“But Asshams Al Islam…you can’t do that…he’s our Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner,…we all would get into trouble if we did something like that.” Assalāt Al Fajir said and Asshams Al Islam looked over at her.
She looked thoughtful for a minute as she looked at Assalāt Al Fajir.
“You said “we” twice, instead of you two or something. Why did you include yourself when you said, “we would get into trouble”, only Durgesh and I would get busted if…we did anything.” Asshams Al Islam asked her sister, half expecting the answer.
“I love, love Durgesh too, maybe not as much as you. Maybe it could be called more lust as Ammī would say, but I would love for Durgesh to be my first and last.” Assalāt Al Fajir blushed as she told her sister.
Asshams Al Islam smiled at her sister.
“How long have you…wanted to …fuck Durgesh? And he really would be your first…you never have done it before?” Asshams Al Islam asked her sister curiously.
‘I’m not sure, not too long, and I really wasn’t sure till last night. However, seeing him and all, yes I do want Durgesh. I want him to be my first and last.” Assalāt Al Fajir smiled proudly at her sister.
Asshams Al Islam smiled back.
About this time, they heard a clunking sound in the hall and it grew louder.
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Chapter 23
Assalāt Al Fajir looked at her clock, almost five o’clock in the morning.
‘Durgesh had to be asleep now’, she thought.
Without further thought, she threw back the covers and opened her door.
Her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam’s light was off.
Assalāt Al Fajir hoped she would stay asleep.
She crept down the hall, past her sisters’ room, and stood outside the room her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, was in.
Assalāt Al Fajir built her courage up, and slowly moved her hand to the doorknob.
She winched when it made a small grinding noise.
She turned it quickly to try and get the sound over with.
Assalāt Al Fajir then peaked inside, and gasped at what she saw.
She wouldn’t have to lift the cover to see her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.
I was sleeping on top of them.
In addition, Assalāt Al Fajir could clearly make out…my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Assalāt Al Fajir became ever more excited as she stepped into the room, and tip toed to where the bed was.
Her heart was beating wildly.
Assalāt Al Fajir looked down at her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh’s naked form.
Just about three feet away, she studied my still ever young, ever stout, male Hindu body, and then her eyes were drawn to my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.
She felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit getting very wet again as she looked on.
Assalāt Al Fajir knew…she knew she had to touch it.
It was too close that she couldn’t leave the room if she didn’t touch it.
She slowly moved her hand, almost on its own accord until it was an inch away from her touching.
She then leaned her whole twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body and lightly ran her middle finger tip over the bottom of my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund which was facing up toward my chest.
She gasped when she saw it jerk at her touch.
She grew bolder.
Lightly, Assalāt Al Fajir, pressed two fingers onto it, and moved them from base to the tip of it.
She noticed her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was open and she was drooling.
She was in awe of it and was almost without thinking, was about to wrap her fingers around it.
I stirred in my sleep.
Assalāt Al Fajir almost jumped into the air as she jerked her hand away.
She came to her senses and knew that if her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, awoke…she would be in so much trouble that she couldn’t imagine the punishment.
Assalāt Al Fajir took one last look and decided to leave.
She started to turn.
But then she had a very naughty thought.
She wanted to give me a goodnight kiss.
Assalāt Al Fajir knew she was risking getting caught but she turned back toward me and kneeled down over her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.
She leaned over the bed more and ever so gently…pressed her red, crimson, immensely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips to the head of my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Assalāt Al Fajir stayed there for a few seconds and parted her red, crimson, immensely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips giving it a good kiss she thought.
Again her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, stirred and she rose up.
However, this time I started to move and Assalāt Al Fajir really panicked.
She turned and fled out of the door…pausing only long enough to close the door.
She then entered her room and closed the door behind her.*
Assalāt Al Fajir almost couldn’t catch her breath and thought she would pass out.
Nevertheless, she moved over to the bed and let herself collapse into the bed.
Assalāt Al Fajir then gave a hug grin, not believing she had actually had her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth on her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh’s ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.
She had kissed her ever first, and Allah, the ever last Lund too she thought.
Who the hell needs another penis if the ever best is available to her?
Assalāt Al Fajir then noticed her panties that were wet from the front to the back of her crotch.
Assalāt Al Fajir peeled them off and placed them near her nose, smelling them.
Assalāt Al Fajir brought her hands quickly to her sopping wet slit and began to please herself until she fell asleep with her panties next to her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head on the pillow.
After I fell asleep, I had a troubled sleep.
I had a dream where Al Jihad Al Islam and I divorced and I was so lonely in the dream after.
I then began to have a dream where I opened the door to my study, to find one of Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughters there outside it….her fingers buried deeply inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
I wasn’t sure in my dream which one…it seemed very vague that way.
However, in the dream, she knelt down and took my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, and started to mouth fuck me.
It disturbed me.
Yet, it wasn’t any abnormal incident for me now.
Almost every one of my Musalmān stepdaughters did it.
Countless of them were now my permanent Live in Relationship Partners even despite their wide age difference from me.
I then lay her down on the kitchen floor and entered her.
In the dream, I fucked Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter hard, making her scream in orgasm after orgasm, ending in me cumming inside her.
I then awoke…the ending of the dream was so intense that I felt an urge to orgasm shortly.
Nevertheless, I saw it was morning and had to pee very badly.
I waited till my hard-on dropped enough for me to throw the bed sheet on me as I walked down the hall to use the rest room.
I almost bumped into Asshams Al Islam as she opened the door and walked out.
She noticed my attire.
“Hey Durgesh…umm…what’s with the sheet? You going to a toga party I should know about.” Asshams Al Islam said with a grin.
She did notice however cunningly the still sizable lump her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, still had poking up the sheet.
“Ha…ha…ha. Very funny, Asshams Al Islam. No, your over sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Ammī and I had a fight last night. I decided to sleep in the other bedroom, till both of us cooled off, that’s all.” I explained to Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter as I stood in the hallway.
Asshams Al Islam gave me a look.
“Was she off on one of her religious speeches again?” Asshams Al Islam asked me, feeling bad for me.
I really put up with too much from her, over devoted to Islam, Ammī, she thought.
“Well…in a way…yes…well, its complicated.” I smiled.
“It always is with her, Durgesh.” Asshams Al Islam said, not feeling very much compassion now for Ammī.
Asshams Al Islam felt that her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, made all of their lives much more complicated….and miserable.
If she were such a devout Musalmān, why the hell she left her Abbū for an Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh?
She needed Durgesh’s ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund then in her then twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Now what happened?
What the hell has changed in Durgesh?
Nothing!
Yet, now the same Durgesh is unwanted for her to have sex with because he is a Hindu.
Nonsense, wasn’t Durgesh Hindu ever?
Durgesh didn’t ever support Al Jihad Al Islam’s daughters putting down their Ammī this way.
Asshams Al Islam doing it, Assalāt Al Fajir rarely said a negative word about her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam.
“Now, Asshams Al Islam…be nice. She still is your Ammī. You know she loves you.” I smiled.
“Maybe, Durgesh, but if she does she has a hell of a way of showing it. If it hadn’t been for you…I don’t know how I could’ve handled …you know…everything.” Asshams Al Islam said, getting quite emotional.
Her eyes even started to tear up and she hated when she cried.
“Ah Asshams Al Islam…I’m so sorry. I wish things were different too. Shhh…it’ll be ok.” I said as I hugged Al Jihad Al Islam’s eldest daughter, Asshams Al Islam, trying to calm her.
I knew what she had meant.
When Asshams Al Islam had been in the car wreak, she was in a car full of her friends…all of them had been drinking at a party.
The driver ran off the road, and the side of the car Asshams Al Islam was on had rammed a tree, crushing her legs and slamming into and breaking her left arm.
After Al Jihad Al Islam learned about her daughters drinking and that she had done so at a party, Al Jihad Al Islam was livid, and went seldom to the hospital to see her daughter.
I had brought Al Jihad Al Islam’s daughter home alone, and even then Al Jihad Al Islam didn’t want to care for her, feeling that she deserved what she had gotten for being sinful as my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, their still extremely beautiful Ammī, had put it.
Even now, Asshams Al Islam sometimes walked with a limp and she had to use even a cane sometimes if she did any long walking, even if rarely.
Asshams Al Islam looked at her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.
“Why Durgesh…why did she blame me so much…I never understood that…. Why was she so mad at me?” Asshams Al Islam said, letting her emotions out as well as the tears.
I knew she had to do this every so often, to release the frustration she felt inside.
I knew as well, I felt the same way, and my chest ached with hurt that Al Jihad Al Islam’s eldest daughter, Asshams Al Islam, was so hurt inside.
“I don’t know sweetie…I don’t know. Maybe she’ll come around soon and see that what she’s doing isn’t good for the family.” I said holding Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī eldest Musalmān daughter tight.
Asshams Al Islam looked up at her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, again.
“I hope so Durgesh…I miss our old Ammī.” Asshams Al Islam said snuggling her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head into my bare Hindu male chest.
I began thinking of my “old” Al Jihad Al Islam, how we used to go at it sexually, and how close we used to be.
Without thinking, my still ever young, ever stout, male Hindu body responded to the nearness of Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī eldest Musalmān daughter’s head on my Hindu male chest and the nearness of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, of her smell.
I felt my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund quickly come to life, and so did Asshams Al Islam.
I gently pushed her away from me.
Asshams Al Islam glanced down at my growing tent in the sheet.
“Umm I, are you glad to see me…?” Asshams Al Islam said smiling, looking at my embarrassing situation, and at the sizable Hindu bulge in the sheet.
I smiled and tried to cover my now raging Hindu hard-on.
This always happens after a long fuck session, I thought.
“Again…funny, Asshams Al Islam…listen, if you’re feeling better I need to go to the bathroom…” I said still needing to pee and now wanting to get out of view of Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī eldest Musalmān daughter.
Asshams Al Islam smiled at me.
“Even if I’m not, Durgesh…I think you’re feeling better…have fun in there, Durgesh, just not to much ok.”
Asshams Al Islam jokingly remarked as she watched her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, enter, then close the bathroom door.
Asshams Al Islam wondered how big her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, really was…it had seemed quite large through the sheet.
Then she smiled, wondering if I was going to…well…get off in there.
Asshams Al Islam knew from experience and a few talks with her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, that we didn’t have sex very much since Ammī found “she was a Musalmān after all”.
Asshams Al Islam smirked as she wondered just how horny her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, got, as she walked off to the kitchen to eat.
I groaned to myself while I was in the bathroom.
I had to wait yet again for my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund to down so that I could pee.
I was glad my embarrassing situation had made Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter forget her troubles, but…dammit, this wasn’t easy.
Going without sex then having a feast of it, and now more then likely six months more at least of Al Tahajjud Al Ůmar and her five daughters.
For some reason thinking of Al Tahajjud Al Ůmar’s daughters brought up last nights mystery.
I could be certain Al Jihad Al Islam didn’t watch me in the study, but then who.
Which one of her gorgeous daughters caught me red handed and then … evidently…used her fingers to please herself before touching the doorknob.
I thought Asshams Al Islam acted normal around me this morning, but then again she was at least somewhat experienced at sex and more then capable of hiding her thoughts to me.
I then wondered if Al Jihad Al Islam’s little shy girl, Assalāt Al Fajir, could’ve been the one to catch me in the act with her own best friend, the twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī dazzling Musalmān Beauty, Al Kāynāt Al Islam.
I just couldn’t picture her doing anything sexually…much less finger herself in the kitchen.
I just couldn’t see it, but also thought Asshams Al Islam acted very normal just a bit ago.
I was at a loss to figure out which had been responsible at leaving my door handle all juicy.
I jokingly thought about asking both to strip so that I could have a smell test of each of their young extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān pussies to discover the culprit.
I smiled at the thought amused, but also aroused at the thought.
Dammit, Durgesh…stop it…they are Al Jihad Al Islam’s daughters for Eīshān’s sake, I thought.
I sighed…great it still won’t go down….dammit, I gotta pee…
Asshams Al Islam walked into the kitchen to find her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, already up and at the stove fixing breakfast for everyone.
Asshams Al Islam still had to admit, that after all her changes, Ammī sure could cook.
Asshams Al Islam took in the smells and became very hungry.
She had gone out last night after work and hadn’t gotten home until midnight.
Luckily Ammī hadn’t caught me, especially since I was drunk as a skunk.
Asshams Al Islam had passed into deep sleep after falling onto the bed, her clothes still on.
“Morning Ammī.” Asshams Al Islam said to her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, as she came into the kitchen.
Al Jihad Al Islam looked over at her daughter and gave her a small smile.
“Hello sweetie, breakfast will be ready in just a minute.” Al Jihad Al Islam said in a subdued voice.
Then she hesitated before asking what came next.
“Is…have you seen Durgesh, this morning?” Al Jihad Al Islam asked her daughter, then glancing quickly over at her.
“Umm… yeah, I saw him going into the hall bathroom.” Asshams Al Islam said feeling very uncomfortable talking to her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, at most times nowadays, but more so knowing her and Durgesh had it out last night.
She looked up at her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, and saw that her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, was almost in tears, and Asshams Al Islam looked back down at the table.
“Well…umm…can you go and tell Durgesh breakfast is almost ready. Ask him if he wants to eat in here or not.” Al Jihad Al Islam said to her daughter.
Asshams Al Islam’s eyes popped a bit wider.
I always ate at the breakfast table, except for times that I had to run out the door.
They must have really gotten mad at each other last night, Asshams Al Islam thought.
“Yeah sure Ammī, I can do that.” Asshams Al Islam said getting up from the table.
“And can you wake that sleepy headed sister of yours?
she is always sleeping late. It’s a sin being slothful you know.” Al Jihad Al Islam said looking at her daughter, then feeling regretful she had to throw in that last bit. “Can you just wake her….nicely…and tell her breakfast should be ready when she gets up.” Al Jihad Al Islam finished saying, then turned back to watch the food.
Nevertheless, Asshams Al Islam quickly saw her Ammī’s face as emotions played out over it, and knew her Ammī was upset about something.
Asshams Al Islam usually didn’t feel much sympathy these days for her Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, but she felt bad that her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, was obviously sad.
She just couldn’t bring herself to show it in anyway to her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, there was still too much anger for her still. Asshams Al Islam walked back through the living room, into the hall and knocked on the bathroom door.
“Durgesh….hey Durgesh…Ammī said that breakfast is almost ready.” Asshams Al Islam said through the door.
She heard a muffled ok and then moved to her sister’s door.
She started to knock, but then remembered Al Jihad Al Islam had said wake her nicely, so Asshams Al Islam opened her sister’s door to wake her by gently shaking her, instead of knocking.
Asshams Al Islam hated being jarred awake by someone knocking on her door.
As she approached the bed, Asshams Al Islam noticed the panties next to her sisters head.
She almost laughed aloud, then wondered why they were on her pillow.
She then noticed that the blue panties had a darker spot in the crotch, and being curious, she touched them.
The panties still were very damp and Asshams Al Islam not being new to having wet panties, knew her sister must have gotten very excited about something last night.
Asshams Al Islam picked up her sister’s panties, in a fit of strange curiosity.
Asshams Al Islam ran her fingers over her sister’s panties, over the wet spot.
She then hesitantly brought the panties to her nose to smell them, wondering if her sister smelled the same as herself. Asshams Al Islam had a few times, when no one was home or looking, smelled everyone’s underwear in the house at one time or another when she would bring her dirty clothes to the laundry.
She remembered getting very excited once over a worn pair of her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh’s boxer, right after she started thinking of boys when younger.
She inhaled deeply the scent over the wet spot, and thinking it very strong, but not so different from her own. Asshams Al Islam brought the panties closer and touched the wetness to her cheek and nose, becoming excited and wet herself.
She then lowered the panties back in their original position and calmed down for a second.
Then Asshams Al Islam gently shook her younger sister.
Asshams Al Islam often thought Assalāt Al Fajir was a bit wimpy, but she liked her younger sibling.
They just didn’t have much in common, Asshams Al Islam thought.
As Assalāt Al Fajir came too and stretched.
Asshams Al Islam talked softly to her.
“Hey sleepy head, time to wake up. Ammī said breakfast is almost ready, and for me to wake you up.” Asshams Al Islam said looking at her sister open her eyes and look at her.
Asshams Al Islam then got a wicked thought.
“Hey Assalāt Al Fajir …what’s with the wet panties on your pillow?” Asshams Al Islam said.
She watched the reaction on her sister’s face go from shock to embarrassment as Assalāt Al Fajir looked at them.
She quickly grabbed them and shoved them below the covers.
“No…nothing, Asshams Al Islam…I was just…just sweaty is all and took them off…I was hot.” Assalāt Al Fajir stuttered as she lied to her older sister.
Asshams Al Islam could tell she was lying.
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