Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

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1/18: Ādi Parv


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Chapter 12

Durgesh Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī
Durgesh Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav
Durgesh Sandhyā Dīxit
Durgesh Pārvatī Upādhyāý

It involved two people Brahméshvar Nāth Bhārgav truly loved with all his heart, his wife and her daughter, Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav.
Brahméshvar Nāth Bhārgav loved my present Live in relationship Partner, his former wife, Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī very much.
The extent Brahméshvar Nāth Bhārgav loved Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī was that Brahméshvar Nāth Bhārgav tried his best she could adjust with her Indian Brāhmañ husband.
But due to some very religious communal problems their sex life ended over three years ago.
The immensely communal Pseudo Musalmīn were trying their best to infame Hindus too, so that they claim to their Musalmān houseladies that even Hindus are not any better than Musalmīn.
Why the hell than the over moral Musalmān houseladies were replacing their Musalmīn husbands with Hindu husband/lover/Live in relationship partners in so many large numbers every now and then?
They blackmailed Brahméshvar Nāth Bhārgav to drink.
Brahméshvar Nāth Bhārgav tried his best to fight with them.
But he had so many shortcomings that ultimately he had to surrender to the blackmail of the ever corrupt Pseudo Musalmīn.
He was rewarded by countless extremely attractive Musalmān Beauties by the ever communal Pseudo Musalmīn themselves.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī had left her Musalmān husband to get peace in her life.
She felt Brahméshvar Nāth Bhārgav wasn’t her right replacement of her ever communal Musalmān husband.
She managed to get me.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī left even the house of her Brāhmañ husband Brahméshvar Nāth Bhārgav.
Her daughter, Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, was from the very first day she met me, never behaved with me as my daughter or niece Even .
She was twenty five then.
I was sixty four.
Yet I looked thirty four then.
Despite my so much advertisement that I was sixty four, Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav refused to accept me as her guardian.
To end all the disputes, she openly grabbed my Bachhalyā Lund and squeezed it significantly.
I was dumbfounded,
“Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, behave please. You are a Brāhmañ young woman of twenty five years.”
“And you are a Bachhalyā, made for us Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs. So, I’m behaving already as I should.” Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav winked at me.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī laughed.
“Do leave him. He is not behaving with me. Let’s see what he thinks of my Bhārgav Brāhmañ daughter.”
I sighed.
What an Ammī.
What a daughter.
I’ve been in Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav’s life since she was three years old and yet she had grabbed my ‘Bachhalyā’ Lund today.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!
The present generation!
Eīshān Eīshān Shammā Shamīshān!

I had watched Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav grow up.
She never went on date.
“Only Durgesh is my man.” she always shouted boldly, entirely unashamed of our so big age difference.
I watched her on the sidelines of high school football games being the best cheerleader she could be.
I loved watching her grow up before my eyes, going from a clumsy little girl to a gorgeous drop dead young Bhārgav Brāhmañ lady.

But the other part about her growing up was that by the time she was a teenager she’d be going out with her other Brāhmañ girlfriends and was seldom home.
“Why only Brāhmañ girlfriends, my love?” I teased her.
She boldly advanced and sat down on my lap.
My Bachhalyā Lund immediately responded and filled her Bhārgav Brāhmañ crack knocking demanding on her young Brāhmañ asshole.
I was rock hard.
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav kissed me on my Bachhalyā lips and squeezed my rock hard Bachhalyā Lund between her gorgeous Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks.
I was in heaven.
Sālī had more genetic qualities from her Ammī, than from her Brāhmañ father.
This for me brought back memories of my younger years.
I was once again able to prance around in the house nude.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī raped me one day.
“Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī, I thought you could return to your husband, Brahméshvar Nāth Bhārgav.”
“Sorry, Durgesh . I love you more. It was my blunder. Moreover, he is more like impotent Musalmīn than like you are.”
“He has thousands of extremely striking Musalmān Beauties living with him in Live in relationship.”
“He is a multi-millionaire. What is surprising there? As far as the thousands of extremely attractive Musalmān Beauties are concerned, they are sluts.”
“Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī.” I was stunned.
“They are after his multi millions, you idiot. Why do you refuse to understand? Hey, let me fuck you more. I need your Uncut Hindu Lund into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot once more.”
I let her.
And her wild and savage lovemaking to me, told me why actually did she leave Brahméshvar Nāth Bhārgav.
Brahméshvar Nāth Bhārgav was a very sophisticated person.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī was a wild sex lover.
She started with foreplay, then kissed, licked and sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund daily.
Then an almost never ending vaginal sex session, in as many sex positions, as she wanted.
Yet, it never ended without my Uncut Hindu Lund in her great exquisite excellent Pakistani Musalmān ass.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī was crazy for anal love.
As soon as my Uncut Hindu Lund invaded her Pakistani Musalmān ass, Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī was as if flying in Jannat-e-Firdaus.
Poor Brahméshvar Nāth Bhārgav.
He couldn’t provide Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī anal sex.
He hated anal sex to the extent she loved it.
“Sorry,” Professor Brahméshvar Nāth Bhārgav smiled shyly, “I was so ashamed of myself that I couldn’t tell you what she wanted from me.”
“I’m sorry myself. I misunderstood you, Professor.” I said gravely.
“Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī was my blunder. Please keep on making her happy. Your ethics are categorically different from my Ethics.”
“Well, Sexual Ethics can’t be one way traffic. We have to provide what our sex partner needs, too.”
When Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, was gone, Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī’d give me great blow job before vaginal sex and a great anal sex after vaginal sex.*

Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav kept on growing.
Long beautiful blonde hair graced her petite Bhārgav Brāhmañ body.
She weighed only 85 pounds, but didn’t seem to be too thin because she was only 5’5” tall.
For someone so small she had an unbelievable set of Bhārgav Brāhmañ tits on her.
32 C’s looked obscene on her extremely beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ body.
However, she always kept them covered in a bra.
Special days for me were when I’d take a day off from work and I knew Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, would be in University .
From the minute I woke up to the minute Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, would come home I’d be nude.
When she arrived home, I’d just be wearing a bath robe.
So in all honesty, I was nude all day.
Well, my Musalmān Live in relationship partners had made it my daily routine actually.
They wanted sex from me, if possible─ nonstop.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī wasn’t any exception.
She loved my ever wonderful ever athletic nude Hindu male body.
None could believe I was really sixty four.
My ever amazing nude Hindu male body witnessed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was correct in her claim that I was actually thirty four only.
“My ever sexiest Hindu husband, Durgesh, only tries to justify his everlasting sexual Hindu lust for Musalmān MILFs.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used to explain, “He prefers extremely beautiful Musalmān cougars more than even Just Eighteen Just Adult stunning Musalmān Beauties.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never said she was hopelessly in love with a Hindu male thirty two years older than her.
Due to my ever amazing ever wonderful ever athletic ever young Hindu male body, everyone believed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan more than Nafīsah Salmān, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Ammī, and me.
Everyone believed Nafīsah Salmān was a cougar.
Nafīsah Salmān gritted her teeth.
Her own real daughter was disgracing her ever untruthfully.
Yet, Nafīsah Salmān was helpless to do anything.

After a long couple of weeks of work, I took a Monday off.
From the time I arrived home on Friday, I wore nothing.
When Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, was home, I’d slip on the bath robe, but all weekend I never went anywhere near any clothes.
When I went to bed Sunday night, I hugged Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī and realized that by morning I wouldn’t Even need the bath robe.
A whole day of being nude!
All I had planned was fucking Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī and nothing else.
What the hell else was there to plan?
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī was enormously stunning.
Moreover, she loved sex as much as I, myself, did.
Wasn’t sex the main reason Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī left first her Musalmān husband, and then her second husband, a Bhārgav Brāhmañ husband, Brahméshvar Nāth Bhārgav, too?

I woke up around 9 AM and was so relaxed.
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, was already at University and the house was mine.
I hugged Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī, gave her a good morning kiss, opened our bedroom door and headed towards the kitchen.
I turned on the coffee pot and headed to the bathroom, with my pee filled hard-on leading the way.

I opened the door.
To my surprise, I found Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav sitting on the stool there.
All she said was,
I didn’t realize, neither even thought.
I was still half asleep and stood there asking her why she was home.
She said that she was sick and therefore didn’t go to University.
It didn’t dawn on me, even a bit, that I was standing naked entirely in front of a 28 year old bubbling young Brāhmañ Beauty, with a grand Bachhalyā hard-on.
What made me realize that this wasn’t quite good manners, was the fact that Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, never looked at me.
Her eyes were glued to my throbbing Bachhalyā Lund mischievously.
The 28 years old Bhārgav Brāhmañ Beauty was not interested in me, actually.
She was constantly watching my immensely throbbing Bachhalyā Lund impishly, never telling me, or giving me even any indication, that I was entirely nude in front of her erroneously.

I didn’t try to cover up, however.
I was not such a damnfool.
Instead, I smiled seductively, just turned around, walked out and headed for the other bathroom.
As I peed, the whole experience hit home.
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, had seen Every inch of me, front and back entirely nude.
Instead of feeling ashamed of it, it made me super horny.
So many twenty eight years old Musalmān Beauties I was fucking nowadays due to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s wild yet most successful movement ‘Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh’ that my subconscious had perhaps accepted me the most suitable man for them.
That was why I never thought now, Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav was even six years less from half of my age.
Environment does wonders.
Doesn’t it?
I went back to bed and told Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī what had happened.
She half-way laughed and told me to tell her what happened in detail.
As I went into the details Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund and as I remembered Everything that had just happened, I became hard as a rock.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī asked me what Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, was wearing.
“She had on a plain tee-shirt,” and before I got any further Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī herself was so excited that she began sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I stopped talking yet she didn’t stop sucking me.
Instead, all Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī said was,
“Durgesh, my ever sexiest Hindu love, If you really want me to keep sucking you ─ keep talking.”
All apprehension about telling Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī that her Bhārgav Brāhmañ daughter had just seen me nude left in a hurry.
I went on to say that she had on her fuzzy house slippers and her flannel pajama pants were slightly below her knees.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī continued going up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I told her that I could also see Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav’s light blue thong panties just above her knees.
I told her that she was bent over; her elbows close to her Bhārgav Brāhmañ crotch so I didn’t see anything that I should have seen otherwise.

I then went on to tell Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī that her Bhārgav Brāhmañ daughter, Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, got to see Everything and for some unknown reason I shared with her that Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, couldn’t take her eyes off my rock hard Bachhalyā Lund.
I went on to say that I stood there in front of her for probably 30 minutes before I realized that I was rock hard and entirely nude.
What the hell Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav was thinking in those long 30 minutes, watching my rock hard Bachhalyā Lund absolutely fascinated?
Was Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav sucking my Bachhalyā Lund in her fantasy?
Was she fucking me herself then and there in her fantasy?*

As I visualized what exactly had happened, I realized that my hips were bouncing off the bed and I was fucking my Live in relationship Partner’s, Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī’s, beautiful Pakistani Musalmān mouth.
I exploded in her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunnī Musalmān mouth and Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī was herself so excited that she didn’t spill a drop.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī rolled over in bed and asked me who just gave me a blowjob.
She was really blowing my mind with how open minded she was about the whole scene.
I told her that she blew me, but when I came I told her all I could see were Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav’s eyes staring at my Bachhalyā Lund, immensely fascinated, almost obsessed even, and entirely unashamed of her open female lust for me.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī laughed.
I smiled with immense pride.
What a Penis I have!
What an absolutely wonderful Penis I have.
Every eligible woman, even the most beautiful, dreams of it, having inside her.
Usually the men dream of beautiful women.
Here the beautiful women dream of me.
What a wonderful exception I was.
I went back to sleep and woke up about noon.
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, and Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī were in the living room watching TV.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī was lying in the recliner and Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, under the blankets on the couch.
And me?
Wearing my bath robe.
For the rest of the day not a word was said about that incident.
In fact, no one Ever spoke about it.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī never told Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, that she knew what happened and Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, never told her Ammī what she saw.
This began playing tricks with my mind and I wondered what would be next.
Many nights I’d fuck Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī wondering if something further would happen with Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav .
As far as Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav knew, it was our little secret.
And yes, more did happen…
Weeks passed and Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav never did tell Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī what she saw.
My sexy little 28-year-old bubbling young Brāhmañ Beauty had kept this secret.
It really played tricks with my mind wondering what she thought of seeing me in the buff.
Well, it was proved however once more that Brahmkanyās were also as crazy for the Bachhalyās as the Musalmān Beauties were crazy for Hindu studs.
Whether someone like it or not, it was true Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs even, were made for the Bachhalyās similarly as Musalmān Beauties were made for Hindus.

Many nights my mind ran wild wondering if she ever masturbated to what she saw.
Not so many BrahmKanyās masturbated, as the Musalmān Beauties and other Beauties did.
But some of them did however.
It was natural.
Only the religious sacraments could stop/cure it.
I visualized so many different things we could do together that she became my most occurring fucking fantasy.
It got to the point that I even wanted to see her nude.
After all, hadn’t she herself seen me entirely nude, for as nearly as half an hour, enjoying it very much, instead of telling me.
It was more than obvious that she liked my throbbing Bachhalyā Lund more, instead of disliking it or feeling embarrassed.
Whenever there was any conscience problem that I shouldn’t want to see her nude, I justified it by saying that she had already seen me nude without any objection whatsoever.
Didn’t she?
It was only right that I have the same luxury.

Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, started the water and headed towards her room.
I told Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī I would be right back and headed to my darken breezeway.
I got so excited by the thoughts of what I’d see that I threw off the bathrobe and stood by the window, naked entirely.
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav finally came in and her pants came off first.
I got to see her excellent Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass first.
She was Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī in her youth.
After all, Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī was her real Ammī.
Wasn’t she?
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav was wearing an extremely small string thong, which quickly came off too.
It was strange seeing Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī’s Bhārgav Brāhmañ daughter, Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, entirely bottomless.
I still hadn’t seen her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot, but even that Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass was not looking any worse.
It was itself excellent, exquisite and wonderful.
Her back remained towards the window, when her top came off.
She was down to her bra.
A black one.
By now, I was rock hard less than five feet from her.
She put one foot in the shower and “snapped”.
The bra fell off.
In the same instant, she was in the shower and the curtain was closed.

I couldn’t believe it.
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav was entirely nude and all I saw was her Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass.
I kept thinking I’d see it all when she got out of the shower.
As my excitement grew, I began to get restless.
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav was in that shower for what seemed like an eternity.
And the longer she was in there, the windows started to steam over.
When the water finally stopped running, there she was drying off, but for me it was like watching a censored show.
Yet for the first time, it was satisfying.

That night I fucked Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī to visions of playing with Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav ’s excellent Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass and kissing every inch of it.
The next day, I cracked the window maybe a 16th of an inch.
I thought this should do the trick with the steamy windows.
And waited.
And once again, Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav started her nightly ritual.
And once again, I headed for her.
Like the night before the pants came off first.
I stood by the window, entirely nude in a state of awe.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s ‘Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh’ movement had certainly destroyed my sense of age difference completely.
I never thought I was sixty four and Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav was twenty eight only.
I always thought only that Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav herself enjoyed watching my nude, still athletic, Bachhalyā male body with my throbbing Bachhalyā Lund.
If she wasn’t fascinated she would have at least told her Ammī.
Her thongs were so damn tight; they looked like they were painted on her.
The top came off and this time she wore a sky blue bra.
And once again, she got one leg in the shower, the bra fell off, and the curtain closed.
By now, I was getting used to seeing her excellent Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass, which was extremely beautiful on her excellent Bhārgav Brāhmañ young body.
My idea with the window worked.
They never steamed over and I had a perfect view when the water stopped and the curtain opened.
There they were!
Two of the most impressive young Brāhmañ Bhārgav Brāhmañ tits.
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav always kept those erect Bhārgav Brāhmañ boobs under wraps and looking at them now, I appreciated her efforts to keep them purely magnificent.
There was no sag to them at all.
They stuck out beautifully and as she dried her hair, they had bounced even a lovely little.
I was in heaven.
I never thought she might herself be seducing me as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had done.
After she finished with her hair, she leaned over and worked her way up from her feet.
From my view, when she leaned over it seemed like her head became one with her breasts.
As she stood back up, she spent some “quality time” drying her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot.
I was so set on seeing her Bhārgav Brāhmañ tits that I had forgotten about her little joy box.
I got my first good look at that.
Entirely shaved clean, with her excellent physique she looked so damn young, but yet so worldly.

The last part of her to be dried was her Bhārgav Brāhmañ tits.
And a wonderful massage began to take place right before my eyes.
Her hands just kept making circles around them – giving them a little exercise before they’d get buried back in that bra.
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav ‘s hands continued their circular movements and then her first two fingers, while still straight, slipped a nipple in between them.
Her nipple began to grow as it rested in the web between those fingers.
Sadly, a short time later it ended.
Naturally, those Bhārgav Brāhmañ tits were put away first.
Standing there in her bra, she admired her excellent Bhārgav Brāhmañ body in the mirror.
She grabbed her towel, wrapped herself up and headed towards her bedroom.
All those times I had seen her leave the bathroom and saw those damn bra straps, I never dreamed that’s all she was wearing.

That episode lasted me a long time.
I now knew what her excellent Bhārgav Brāhmañ body looked like.
I now knew how her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot lips quivered excellently.
And her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot was entirely shaved.
And those Bhārgav Brāhmañ tits!
Those wonderful gorgeous Bhārgav Brāhmañ tits!
I never considered myself a tit man, but those things were simply magnificent.

That one night raised my sexual appetite to new levels.
I had to see her nude again.
The night finally came and what was now becoming not just Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav ’s ritual but ours began to take shape.
She turned the water on and I headed to her.
She began walking back and forth, talking on the phone, one hand glued to her ear, while the other went from massaging her cheeks to playing with her Bhārgav Brāhmañ pussy.
For 2-3 seconds I’d watch that great Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass walk away, then turn, and watch her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot heading right towards me.

This different type of show had my Bachhalyā blood flowing.
On one of her trips walking away from the window, I fantasized that my Bachhalyā Lund was up that great pretty Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass of hers.
Finally, she got off the phone and stood in front of the mirror.
The window was directly to the side of the mirror, so now I got a side view of Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav .
She stood and stared for a minute.
She stopped for a short pause and removed her top and bra.
There she was not two feet from me.
She lifted her one leg, set it on the vanity, and went back to playing with herself.
From my vantage point I got to see for the first time her little Bhārgav Brāhmañ butt hole and just below that I could see two fingers going into her excellent exquisite Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy.
When I looked up, I could see her face and Bhārgav Brāhmañ tits in the mirror.
Her mouth was half open in a perfect “O” shape and her free hand kept pinching her nipples.
This was intense!
All that separated us was one wall.

That thought sent me over the edge.
Her skinny little legs began shaking and her excellent exquisite great Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass clamped tight around her fingers.
She seemed frozen in time.
Finally she released her fingers and set her leg back down on the floor.
She put both her hands on the side of the vanity, bowed her head and began to catch her breath.
From my view, I could tell she was wiped out.
Her little tummy was going in and out at a rapid pace for a minute or so.
Right then I just wanted to open the window, hug her and say “Thank you.” But instead, I just continued to watch.
She finally raised her head, looked at herself in the mirror, than leaned forward and kissed her own reflection.

After my first experience of seeing Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, nude, I didn’t think it could get any better but it did.
I felt satisfied that I had gotten my “revenge” for her seeing me nude.
We were now Even on that score.

But now, I wanted a little more.
She didn’t know that I witnessed this fantastic show, so I began fantasizing about seeing her nude – freely.
I wanted her to strip for me right out in the open.
This was a fantasy that, I wanted to become a reality.
Come hell or high water, Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, would strip for me and we’d both be nude together.
The dream I had, which I would work on to become a reality was to see Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, entirely nude.
Yes, I did see her nude already and enjoyed quite a show.
But now I wanted to see her with her acceptance.
I wanted us both to stand before each other in our birthday suits.

Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, had many friends stop by, and so many of them were always over our house.
In fact, they would even sleep over at least three times a week.
Out of all her friends, Pārvatī Upādhyāý and Sandhyā Dīxit were the homeliest.
While Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav was so petite, her friend Sandhyā Dīxit was big boned.
She was a year ahead of Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, in University and I thought she’d disappear after she graduated but now she hung around more.
She always dressed the part of a dyke.
Baggie jeans and a loose tee shirt that she always had the sleeves rolled up.
It was hard to tell exactly what was under those clothes but she did have a beautiful Dīxit Brāhmañ ass.
Even with her baggie jeans, that butt had a nice shake as she walked.
Sandhyā Dīxit spent so much time at our home that she called me ‘dad’ and Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī ‘Ammī’.
She never knocked on our door.
She’d just walk in the house say ‘hi’, and head towards Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav ’s room.
It was this comfort level that led to my next Moment with these young Brāhmañ ladies.
I got home, stripped down and set up the video camera in the living room.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī was extremely excited finding her idea taking shape.
I was ready for action and started the camera.
I began sinking my Uncut Hindu Lund up Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī’s excellent Pakistani Musalmān ass.
I don’t have any idea how long Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī was bouncing up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund, enjoying my Uncut Hindu Lund in her Pakistani Musalmān ass.
I was in another world when I was snapped back to reality when I heard,
“Hey Bhagvān! Oh my God.”
I froze for a second, then pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out of Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī’s excellent Pakistani Musalmān ass.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī ran to the bedroom.
I grabbed my bath robe and by the time I was covered up, there stood Sandhyā Dīxit in the doorway,
“Thank you Durgesh darling, what a show. I never knew Ammījān was so sexy. Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav never told me.”

Chapter 13
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