Standing there in the Square, her features were as transparent as the bus shelter we stood beside, allowing me and anyone else who cared to look to see her fear and indecision.
This wasn’t Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD, Muħammad’s Ammī, and even I knew that she needed to be her old, strong, sometimes incredibly bitchy self if we were ever going to make it.
“Āmnah,” I said, getting her to focus on me. “Here, give me your suitcase, you take the map.”
Pretending to take care of her, I put my right palm actually on her ever gorgeous ever Panjvaqtah Namāzī big heavy Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
“Why? Where are we going?” she pretended she didn’t notice it.
Was it possible?
In fact, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes brightened as soon as she felt my Hindu male palm there on her ever gorgeous ever sexiest ardent Musalmān buttocks.
She loved my palm there.
Allah, go ahead, Durgesh.
You are putting your palm there for so long time.
Now play with them, please!*
No, Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD didn’t say it in so many words.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face was still wooden grave.
But her eyes were smiling and appreciating my palm there.
They were also mischievous somewhat.
Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī had never satisfied her.
She had always imagined, I myself was there, instead of her husband Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī.
The moron thought she was Ħazrat Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah, Ħazrat Āmnah bint Wahb, Ummil Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam.
Only, because she was named after her, in her honor.
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD could never understand why the hell the most of the Musalmīn were so utmost irrationally prone to blasphemy.
Were not they the ever finickiest persons in the entire human history?
They thought almost every second thing were blasphemy.
Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī was too such a finicky Musalmān.
He thought entirely irrationally that he wasn’t fucking his wife who was named after Ħazrat Āmnah bint Wahb, Ummil Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam, in her honor, he thought he fucked Ħazrat Āmnah bint Wahb, Ummil Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam herself.
“Nonsense,” Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD smiled at him, “you idiot, how can you? She has even died before fourteen centuries already. Come on, I’m your wife.”
Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī wasn’t sure of himself now,
“Allow me to divorce you, Āmnah.”
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD fell from sky.
“What? Why the hell? Am I not beautiful? Am I unfaithful?”
“Certainly not, certainly not. Because I can’t fuck you.” Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī said.
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD smiled,
“But you are fucking me. We have so many beautiful daughters of us. Haven’t we?”
“Yes, but I feel immensely blasphemous and guilty always whenever I fuck you. Why the hell you too can’t fuck Durgesh as your friends, sisters and your cousins do?”
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD was dumbfounded.
She stared at her so long years husband in utter disbelief.
He wanted her, his own wife, the mother of his daughters, to fuck Durgesh, their Hindu son in law.
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD couldn’t believe it.*
Actually it was not only blasphemy Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī was afraid of.
Of course, it played ninety five percent role behind his so drastic a decision.
But five percent, he had another reason too.
He had noticed Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD herself was craving for Durgesh.
She never behaved with Durgesh as a mother in law should do.
She always behaved with Durgesh as if she was Durgesh’s actual wife and her daughters were allowed to have Live in relationship with Durgesh because Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD wanted it to be so.
Durgesh had also noticed it.
And consequently, under the pretense that he was not her son in law but her son himself instead, he embraced, hugged, kissed, teased and played with Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD as her real son could have.
Once Durgesh pushed Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD back on their bed.
Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī was also there.
Durgesh and Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD were laughing and teasing each other, as if it a platonic relationship only they were maintaining.
But Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī had noticed Durgesh had a great heavy Hindu erection for Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD.
Durgesh’s right Hindu palm was every now and then on her great big heavy buttocks and her own palm was every now and then on Durgesh’s heavy Hindu erection for her.
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD was even grabbing Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund every now and then under this or that pretext.
Durgesh too was caressing, playing and squeezing her buttocks as if accidentally.
But accidents never happen constantly nonstop.
Pretending it was only a platonic relationship, actually Durgesh and Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD, both were enjoying foreplay with each other.*
Suddenly, Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī himself was startled.
In her too passionate a moment, Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD suddenly unzipped me.
I smiled at her lovingly.
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD brought out my Uncut Hindu Lund and started playing with it passionately.
I kissed Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD on her beautiful red crimson lips.
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD returned my kiss still playing with my Uncut Hindu Lund ravenously.
I started to undress her.
She started to undress me.
Soon, we both were stark naked.
Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī smiled cunningly.
Allah, God, thank you, ultimately the inevitable is happening.
He couldn’t live in constant nonstop guilt and blasphemy any more.
Let them fuck each other and leave Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī alone.
No more guilt, no more blasphemy any longer.
We both were kissing each other’s nude body now madly.
We were not mother in law and son in law any more.
We were lovers.
She bent on her knees and kissed my Uncut Hindu Penis.
I kissed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot in return.
She licked my Uncut Hindu Penis and then swallowed it into her beautiful mouth.
Her husband was witnessing a great blowjob now his wife was giving me wildly, passionately, nonstop.
Ultimately, I lifted her on my strong Hindu arms and moved to the great king sized bed, Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD and Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī were sleeping on, since they married.
I put her excellent exquisite nude body on the bed on her back.
She suddenly rose and in her wild passion, kissed me on my nude buttocks.
I returned the gesture myself and kissed her gorgeous nude buttocks too.
The mutual kissing of each other’s nude body again started.
Then she herself lied on her back on the bed, spread her beautiful legs inviting me between them.
She was smiling at me now.
Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī smiled too, advanced to us and said curtly,
“Stop you both infidels, you can’t make love to each other without my specific permission. After all, she is my wife.”
“Go to hell,” Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD laughed, “We damn care now.”
“I can’t.” Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī laughed himself, “I want to witness the greatest lovemaking between an Ammī in law and her Hindu son in law.”
“Nonsense,” Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD admonished her Musalmān husband, “I allowed my daughters to Live in relationship with him, only to keep him with me in my own home. Durgesh isn’t my son in law actually. He is my lover.”
Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī looked at me.
“Well, Durgesh,” he smiled, “she thinks it’s a news to us. It certainly is not. You never behaved with Durgesh as his mother in law. You always behaved with him as if you are his duly married wife.”
“Thank you.” Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD smiled at her Musalmān husband.
“And,” Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī took me between his wife’s spread inviting legs, held my rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund between his thumb and forefinger, positioned it between her quivering pink vaginal lips and pushed my buttocks for me to enter her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, “here is the permission.”
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD smiled her thanks,
“Thank you my dear husband, I reward you now for your permission. You are respectfully invited, if you please, for our permanent threesome.”
Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī bowed to his waist gratefully,
“I’m honored, Ma’am. Thank you very much.”
I entered Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD and started to fuck her wildly, savagely and most passionately.
She herself started to respond my every powerful Hindu thrust with her more powerful ardent Musalmān thrust.
Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī was too enjoying the show.
We fucked, and fucked and fucked.
It lasted to even more than a month nonstop.
None could have anticipated, Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD could call it an accident.
But that was what she called it after we fucked each other to our heart’s content.
Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī was dumbfounded once more.
He watched his wife, open mouthed, still lying under me, still entwined with me, my Uncut Hindu Lund still embedded fully into her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“I’ll be damned.” Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī announced ultimately.
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