Just Eighteen Just Adult:17

Just Eighteen Just Adult

Durgesh

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Chapter 17

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās

I lay back, my hands behind my head, listening to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās freshening up and marvelling at what had just happened.
I closed my ever experienced Hindu male eyes, imagining her close to me, her body pressed to me, knowing that it would happen soon.

I opened my ever experienced Hindu male eyes as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came back into the room.
I sat up a little and smiled at her, feasting on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī brilliant Musalmān nakedness again as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās climbed onto the bed beside me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I wriggled around so that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were lying down the bed, with I partially propped up on the pillows, my arm around Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cuddled up to me, her hand resting lightly on my vast strong Hindu male chest.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I lay quietly for a few minutes.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās ran her fingers through the hair on my chest, feeling the hardness of the muscles under her touch.
I stroked her back, feeling the smoothness, the softness, of her skin, my fingers moving ever lower towards the firmness of her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās looked past her arm, down My body, towards my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Even now, my Uncut Hindu Lund was still rock hard, and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knew that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted more of it.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās licked her lips, and looked up at me, holding my gaze as she spoke.

“I ….” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās began.

But before Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could continue, I was leaning towards her, kissing her, her words dying in her mouth as my tongue slipped between her lips and began exploring, gently at first, but then more urgently, more demanding.

I rolled Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās easily onto her back, my lips locked on hers, my hands reaching for her as I straddled her, my knees each side of her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wrapped her arms around my neck as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās responded to me, her body moving of its own accord, rubbing against me.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot flooded again as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund resting on her stomach, as I leant over her, my strong tongue thrusting into her hungry Musalmān mouth.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I gasped for breath as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I broke our kiss, staring at each other, lust and need in our eyes.
None of us was even a bit ashamed of us, despite the fact that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was only Just Eighteen Just Adult while I was sixty four already.
Both of us were crazy for each other now.
I kissed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās more gently, our lips only just touching.
I kissed the tip of her nose, and then her mouth again, before I moved down her body, kissing slowly down her neck onto her collar bone, before kissing the hollow of her throat.
I stretched her arms out above her head.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grabbed the head board behind her, her back arching as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās thrust her Musalmān breasts up towards me.

My lips moved slowly over her Musalmān breasts, my Uncut Hindu Lund reacting to the feel, the taste, of her firm young Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān body.
I kissed down into the valley between her Musalmān breasts, marvelling at their size, their shape, their firmness.
She squirmed with pleasure beneath me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās thought Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was on fire.
Her whole body was throbbing from the attention her Musalmān breasts and nipples were getting, from the feel of My heavy Uncut Hindu Lund dragging across her body each time I moved.
Her nipples seemed to be directly connected to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, because every time I kissed her, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could feel her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot throbbing and leaking more hot juices onto her thighs.

The room echoed to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s cries, to my muffled moans, as I kissed on her succulent Musalmān breasts, before moving downwards to shower the soft slopes of the underside of her Musalmān breasts, and then her flat tummy, with kisses.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted my attention, wanted me to take my time, but her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, to where I must surely be heading, wanted, and needed, me to hurry.

As soon as my mouth reached the base of her stomach, I knelt up and gazed back down at Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās .
I drank in the sight of her gloriously naked Musalmān body stretched out before me, her firm Musalmān breasts, her hard nipples, her flat tummy, all wanting my attention.
I looked down at the soft curls of short, red hair nestling at the junction of her thighs.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned softly in anticipation as I started to move, her eyes half closed as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās looked at my rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund waving in front of me, her legs pushing against mine as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās tried to ease them apart, to expose herself to me.

But then Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned in disappointment, in frustration, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my strong hands on her thighs rolling her over, and then in excitement as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my Uncut Hindu Lund against the back of her legs as I moved, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my hot breath on her back as I leant over her.

I kissed quickly down Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s spine, sending shivers of pleasure through her as my tongue moved softly over her flawless skin, towards her beautiful Musalmān ass.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sighed and wriggled her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, pushing it up to meet My eager Uncut Hindu Lund as I rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund slowly down between her cheeks, my tongue leaving a little wet trail before I moved across to kiss each cheek.
I caressed her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, watching as her tight puckered hole winked at me from between her cheeks.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wriggled her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, raising it up to me, wanting more.

I held her cheeks slightly apart and ran my Uncut Hindu Lund between them, tasting her juices where Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I had flooded from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I flicked my Uncut Hindu Lund over her tight hole, making her cry out over and over again.
I poked the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund into her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, making her cry out even louder.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt almost faint with the sensations flooding her body.
She pushed her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass up to meet my Uncut Hindu Lund, sliding her own hand under her body so that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could rub at her own clit as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt another orgasm building, and then rushing through her.

As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out, I rolled her quickly onto her back.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās automatically drew her knees up, leaving her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot open to me.
I stared down at her for a brief moment, taking in the patch of damp red hair at the top of her pubic mound, her swollen clit, her fingers still rubbing at it, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips, already engorged with her need, her juices flooding from her.
I plunged my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her, feeling her juices from her, my waist clamped over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, her body bucking under me as She pressed herself back against my Hindu thrusts.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could feel the heat rising through her, the flush rising up her chest as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her for the first time, felt my mouth on her, sucking and fucking her.
The waves of pleasure rushing through her were so intense that they were almost unbearable.
As her orgasm subsided, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt exhausted, but elated, her body on fire.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt My lips on her, kissing her gently, my Uncut Hindu Lund flicking over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and clit.
She sighed, a deep contented sigh, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my lips kissing softly along the inside of her thighs, from her knee to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, little shivers coursing through her as my lips moved so softly over her sensitive skin.

I loved the taste of her, what I was doing to her, what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was doing to me.
As I knelt between Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s legs, kissing along the inside of her thighs towards her hot, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, my Uncut Hindu Lund was hanging down from my body, longer and harder than I’d been for a long time.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was slipping between them and back into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I ran my Uncut Hindu Lund downwards, tickling the sensitive flesh between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and ass, before probing again as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lifted her hips up to show herself off to me.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knew that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās would cum again soon.
The feelings building inside her body as my Uncut Hindu Lund moved from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and then back up again were unbelievable.
Without thinking, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for her Musalmān breasts, cupping and squeezing them, before pulling and rubbing at her swollen nipples.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gasped, a shudder going through her body, as My Uncut Hindu Lund swirled around her clit, rocking it from side to side before
The room was full of her cries again as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for my head and held me tight to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās ground herself against me, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās threw back her head and cried out her agonising pleasure.

I kissed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot softly as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās began to relax.
I kissed my way back up her body before kissing her mouth, her tongue moving slowly along my lips, tasting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot on me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I lay side by side as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās got her breath back, as I waited, my Uncut Hindu Lund rigid.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās pushed me onto my back and leant over me.
Slowly, tentatively at first, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās began to copy what I had done to her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās kissed my chest, sucking and biting my nipples before moving swiftly over my flat stomach to where my Uncut Hindu Lund waited.
As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moved, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was constantly aware of my Uncut Hindu Lund against her, of its strength and heat, of how thick and hard it was.
When at last Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was kneeling over me, my Uncut Hindu Lund only inches from her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was suddenly unsure of what to do.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās looked up at me.

“Tell me,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās whispered, “Tell me what you want.”

I guided Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās as she sucked and licked a Uncut Hindu Lund for the first time.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās licked slowly along my length as my Uncut Hindu Lund lay heavily on my belly, my balls taut beneath.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās licked up and down my length, feeling every ridge, every contour, of my Uncut Hindu Lund on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue and lips.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cradled my balls, imagining how full they were already.
After that, it all came to her naturally.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās looked up at me, her eyes on me, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lifted my Uncut Hindu Lund away from my belly, her hand so small around my Hindu shaft.
She stroked her hand up and down my length as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knelt between my legs, peeling my foreskin back, pulling it back tight as I moaned, looking at my Uncut Hindu Lund closely. She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund, watching as more drops of pre cum appeared, watching as it dribbled down my red, shiny Uncut Hindu Lund head and onto my shaft and her hand.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rubbed the pre cum over my Uncut Hindu Lund head with her thumb, smearing it over her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant forward and carefully took the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund into her mouth, taking her first proper taste of me.
I groaned as she sucked on my tip, barely able to control my hips as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I pushed up, pushing more of me into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grasped my Hindu shaft and sunk her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth lower, taking my head and some of my shaft into her virgin Musalmān mouth.
She sucked hard, guided by me again, her tongue rubbing at my Uncut Hindu Lund head.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lifted her head away from me, showing me my wet shaft, smeared with the remnants of her red lipstick.
And then she sucked me back into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, sucking and wanking me, her other hand cupping my balls, her fingers probing beneath us.

I couldn’t believe the tremors running through me.
My Uncut Hindu Lund had never felt so hard, so alive, as it did now.
My Uncut Hindu Lund and balls throbbed as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked and licked and wanked me.
I was desperate to cum, but just as desperate to wait, wanting more, much more.
I reached out, holding Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s head as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās bobbed up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Behind her, I could see her perfect heart shaped Musalmān ass in the mirror, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot winking back at me from between her firm thighs.
She saw where I was looking and wiggled her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, sucking on me harder as I groaned louder.
The room was full of the wet slurping sound of her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth on my Uncut Hindu Lund, of my shaft fucking her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned softly, her body alive to the feel of my Uncut Hindu Lund in her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, of her hands on me.
I groaned more deeply, more loudly, as my climax approached.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could sense I was about to cum, could feel the tightening of my balls.

“I’m cummmmming………………..” I groaned as my balls erupted.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was stunned by the sheer force of my Hindu cum as it gushed into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and splattered the back of her throat.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was awed by the feel of my Hindu cum surging up my shaft, throbbing and pulsing.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gagged as the first jet filled her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, and pulled away.
But I instinctively held her, pushing my Uncut Hindu Lund into her mouth, my head thrown back in pleasure.

She swallowed frantically, drinking down my Hindu cum.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dragged her head away, watching as my Hindu cum continued to pump out of me as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanked my thick shaft.
I watched through half open eyes as my Hindu cum dribbled from the corner of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s mouth, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knelt over me and wanked my Uncut Hindu Lund, her firm Musalmān breasts swaying over me, coated in my cum.

My cum seemed to go on for ever, surging out of me until my balls where empty.
I laid back, my body limp.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slumped down on top of me, my arms around her, hugging her to me, both of us oblivious to my thick Hindu cum being smeared between our bodies.
Seconds later, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were asleep.

I woke up once in the night, momentarily confused by where I was.
But the memories flooded back as I rubbed my ever experienced Hindu male eyes and felt naked Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās next to me.
She stirred, stretching her arms above her head before wriggling up to me and sleeping again.
My Uncut Hindu Lund hardened as I watched her, as I looked at her in the semi darkness, as I felt her warm, sexy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body against me.

I eased out of the bed and went through to the bathroom, my Uncut Hindu Lund waving in front of me.
I smiled as I saw the dried cum down my chest and belly, and had a quick wash.
Afterwards, I drew Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās back into my arms, her hand resting lightly on my Uncut Hindu Lund even in her sleep.

The next morning, when Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās woke up, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lay still, not moving, remembering, suddenly scared at what had happened, at the strength of her need, her feelings, for me, a Hindu.
As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lay on her side, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could feel me behind her, my Uncut Hindu Lund warm against her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knew it was wrong, but Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted me, needed me.
And Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was sure that I felt the same way about her.
So it couldn’t be that wrong, could it?

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wriggled her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass against me, and was instantly rewarded by the feel of my Uncut Hindu Lund hardening against her.
She smiled to herself.
Yes, I definitely wanted her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wriggled again, this time more deliberately, more sensually.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās laughed at herself.
Twelve hours ago Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had been a virgin, used only to her own fingers and the odd grope – but now look at her!

Beside her, I was waking up, aware of how hard my Uncut Hindu Lund was already, aware of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s wiggling Musalmān ass and the way my Uncut Hindu Lund was nestling between her cheeks.
I reached around her and cupped her breast, marvelling again at how big, how firm they were, at how hard her nipples were.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sighed as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās realised I was awake.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās twisted her head around, and I leant forward to kiss her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I kissed slowly, gently, at first, but then more deeply, more passionately, as our tongues slithered over each other, our mouths locked together.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rolled onto her back, My hands roaming over her body as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I both gasped, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was reminded of the size, the thickness, the hardness, of my Uncut Hindu Lund, and I as I saw and felt just how beautiful and sexy Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was.

I rolled easily on top of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās , my weight supported by my knees and elbows as I straddled her, my Uncut Hindu Lund hanging down towards her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wrapped her legs around me, pulling me down towards her.
I entered her slowly, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot already running with her sticky juices.
I held my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot pulsing around me, squeezing me.

I eased out of her, feeling her lips closing up as my Uncut Hindu Lund left her, and then opening again like the petals of a flower as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās welcomed me back.
I fucked her slowly, my Uncut Hindu Lund stretching her, reaching deep inside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wrapped her arms around my neck, our mouths locked together, our tongues exploring.
Her hard nipples scrapped against my chest as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I moved together.

As our passion grew, our movements became more urgent, more demanding.
I drove my Uncut Hindu Lund harder and deeper into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās , her heels drumming on my back as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās tightened her legs around me.

Our cries were muffled by each other’s mouths as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I kissed, our lips only parting when Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out as an orgasm rippled through her.
I dipped my head lower and sucked a taut nipple into my mouth as I continued to pump my Uncut Hindu Lund into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās through her climax.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held my head to her, her legs still wrapped around me, holding my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her.

As her orgasm faded, I rolled us over so that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was straddling me, my long Uncut Hindu Lund still buried inside her.
I fucked her slowly, her Musalmān breasts swaying in front of me.
Beyond us, I could see her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass in the mirror again, my Uncut Hindu Lunding pumping into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I reached for her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, caressing and squeezing her cheeks, my hands wandering down the crack between us, teasing her tight little hole.

I fucked her harder, our damp bodies tight against each other, our mouths locked together again.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās arched her back, changing the angle of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, screaming as my Uncut Hindu Lund reached deeper inside her than ever before.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came again just as I yelled out, just as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my hot Hindu cum surging into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot in a thick jet.
She pushed her hips down hard, holding my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her, wanting all of my Hindu cum inside now.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was on fire again, her body full of my Uncut Hindu Lund, her juices pouring from her onto My Uncut Hindu Lund and balls, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot full of my Hindu cum.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās clung to me, her body and mind overcome by the power of the pleasure rushing through her, by feelings and sensations she’d never felt before.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I rolled onto our side, My Uncut Hindu Lund still inside Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I got our breath back, neither of us speaking.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās shut her eyes, relaxing in the wonderful, satisfying sensations still filling her body.
I gazed down at her in awe, loving her, wanting her.

After a while, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dozed off again, so I eased away from her and went to the bathroom.
I ran a deep, hot bath, and had only just climbed in and laid back to relax when the bathroom door swung open.
Without saying a word, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās climbed in, settling down between my legs before lying back against me, her head resting on my strong chest.
I reached around her, cupping her Musalmān breasts gently.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I spoke quietly, about the previous night, about that morning, about each other, our new relationship.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I spoke honestly, openly, knowing it was wrong for others, but so very right for us.
After that, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I planned our day, excited by being together.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I washed each other carefully, washing away our cum and juices, washing each other slowly and sensually.

Afterwards, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I dried each other and got dressed.
I pulled on my usual jeans and shirt, while Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slipped into a short denim skirt and a tight vest top that clung deliciously to her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I ate breakfast quickly, wanting to be out of the hotel and on our own.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I spent the morning and early afternoon sight seeing, and enjoying each other’s company.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I walked hand in hand, oblivious to the few odd looks Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I got, laughing at the same things.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I ate a leisurely lunch by the harbour before heading towards the nou Camp stadium.

Although Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās generally hated football, even Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās got carried away with the excitement of the game, with the atmosphere in the stadium.
When Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I weren’t leaping up with the rest of the crowd, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I sat close together, My Uncut Hindu Lund always reacting to the heat of her Musalmān thigh against mine.

When Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I left the football, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were more aware of each other than at any time since Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I had left the hotel that morning.
Sitting in the taxi, I wanted nothing more than to drag Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās into my arms, but somehow I resisted.
I paid off the taxi driver quickly, before taking Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s arm and leading the way into the hotel.

“Let’s go for a walk first,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās said, stopping just outside the hotel, a teasing smile on her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted me as much as I wanted her, but something told her to wait, to do this.
Reluctantly, I let her lead me away from the hotel.
Minutes later Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I found ourselves walking down Las Ramblas again.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I bought drinks and ice creams, and wandered down the street, taking our time, stopping to watch the mime artists and human statues that seemed to be everywhere.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I walked through the market, enjoying the atmosphere.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I stopped to look in shops and stalls, buying a few odds and ends.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I walked across to the marina, and sat and watched the world go by for a while, happy to be together.

Before Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I knew it, a couple of hours had passed.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I decided to eat, before the restaurants started to get busy.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I found a fish restaurant overlooking the marina, and picked a table in a quiet corner.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I enjoyed being together as much as the wonderful food, enjoying the attention that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s looks inevitably got us from the young waiters.

As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I sat, waiting for our dessert, I felt Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s foot running slowly up my leg.
I froze as it got higher, almost jumping as her toes ran along the inside of my thigh before pressing against the growing bulge in my jeans.
I stifled a groan, my ever experienced Hindu male eyes locked onto Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rubbed me harder.
I dragged my ever experienced Hindu male eyes away from hers, and stared at her rock hard nipples threatening to burst out of her top.

I would have dragged Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās out of the restaurant there and then if the waiter hadn’t brought our desserts.
As it was, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s foot was still in my lap as the waiter served us.
I ate my Crème Brule quickly as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās watched me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās waited until I had just a small amount left before picking up the chocolate éclair Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had ordered.

I almost choked on the last spoonful of my dessert as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held her éclair between her finger and thumb and, very slowly, very sensually, licked it from bottom to top, her tongue flicking over her lips when Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had finished.
My Uncut Hindu Lund grew in my jeans as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās did it again, her eyes on mine.
I groaned as I watched her.

“You don’t want coffee, do you?” I asked, my voice little more than a croak.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās licked the éclair again, and then sucked the end of it between her lips.
I watched as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās fed an inch or so of the éclair into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, and then pulled it out, before sucking it back in deeper.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās repeated this, sucking and licking the cake until it was gone, before sucking the chocolate carefully off the tips of her fingers.

“No, I don’t think so,” she said at last, her voice husky and her eyes bright.

I called for the bill and paid quickly, both of us eager to get away.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I walked back up Las Ramblas, quickly at first, but then more slowly as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I got drawn to the changing sights around us as it got dark.

“Let’s go this way,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās suggested.

It was only a few minutes later that I realised that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were walking in the direction the guidebook had warned us not to go in.

“Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, let’s head back,” I suggested, as the first few sex shops came into sight.

“Don’t be silly,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās told me, squeezing my hand, her eyes wide and bright at the sights around her.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I walked past brightly lit sex shops and boutiques, strip clubs and bars.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās took in everything she saw, the toys and clothes in the shop windows, the Musalmān girls in the posters.
I tried to guide us back towards Las Ramblas, but Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted to see more.

She slowed down as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I passed what seemed to be a club, but which was clearly much more judging by the two Musalmān girls sat on high stools outside being openly suggestive to anyone who passed.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was even more hesitant as she saw the Musalmān girls on the side of the street, some of them barely dressed, showing their naked Musalmān breasts where their blouses hung loosely open.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās couldn’t believe how excited Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot getting wetter and wetter back in the restaurant, but now Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could feel the wetness on her thighs.
I was excited as well, excited by what I saw, by Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās being with me, by the effect all of this was having on her.

A Musalmān girl approached us, making it clear what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās would be willing to do to me, to both of us.
Another Musalmān girl approached, openly offering me a blowjob while “she” – Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās – watched.
The girl licked her lips, pouting.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund grow in my jeans as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās pulled me along.

Before I knew it, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had dragged me into a dark side street, almost an alleyway.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dropped to her knees in front of me, deftly undoing my zip.

“No,” I protested, trying to drag her to her feet.

“Yes,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās demanded, pulling my Uncut Hindu Lund out into the open.

I groaned, unable to resist, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I was enormous, my Uncut Hindu Lund quickly reaching the back of her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as I fucked her, holding her head, my fingers entwined in her hair.
I couldn’t help myself as I fucked Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s mouth, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knelt in front of me in the dark alleyway.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grasped my Uncut Hindu Lund, her hand wrapped around the base of my thick Hindu shaft.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue rasped over my bulbous Uncut Hindu Lund head as I pumped into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was on fire, from the taste of my Uncut Hindu Lund, from the teasing, from what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I’d seen, what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I’d done, from her need for me.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cupped my balls, squeezing her thighs together, sending hot arrows of pleasure through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and into her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
Wanting more, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās let go of my Uncut Hindu Lund, pushed her hand up her skirt and into her soaking panties.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rubbed her Musalmān clit frantically as my Uncut Hindu Lund went ever deeper into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She pushed two and then three fingers into her aching Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, fucking herself as she sucked on my delicious Uncut Hindu Lund, wanting all of it in her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, in her throat.

I fucked Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s mouth, driving my Uncut Hindu Lund into her as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās fucked her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with her fingers.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I both cried out, oblivious to where Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were, to everything but our own need.
With a roar, I came, my Hindu cum bursting into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s mouth.
I held her head tight, my ever experienced Hindu male eyes closed, as my Hindu cum poured into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was swallowing frantically, drinking down my Hindu cum, her fingers hard in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came, as her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body clamped itself around her hand.

My hips rocked forward as she sucked my Hindu cum from me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I both felt spent, exhausted.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās eased her fingers slowly from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as My Uncut Hindu Lund slipped from her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She slumped forward, her head resting against me, my Uncut Hindu Lund hot against her Musalmān cheek.

Slowly, I opened my ever experienced Hindu male eyes, remembering where Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were.
I pulled her to her feet, and kissed her softly, tasting my cum on her lips and tongue and in her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
“Fuck me,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās whispered, her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth only inches from my, “Take me back and fuck me.”

My Uncut Hindu Lund stiffened slightly between us as I listened to the words tumbling out of her once innocent mouth, words she said with such intensity, such need.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I quickly tidied ourselves up, and walked back onto the street.
Ignoring the glares from the Musalmān girls on the corner, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I quickly made our way back to the hotel.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I rushed across the hotel lobby, thankful that there was a lift waiting.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I dashed into it, pressing the buttons quickly before anyone else could join us.
As soon as the lift doors shut, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were in each other’s arms, our mouths locked together, our tongues thrusting.

As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I kissed, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could feel the hardness of my Uncut Hindu Lund against her, making her even wetter.

“Fuck me,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās hissed, as our lips parted, “Fuck my hot Musalmān cunt with your big Uncut Hindu Lund.”

I groaned as she spoke.

“Fuck me, ” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās repeated, seeing what effect her words were having on me, “Fuck my Musalmān cunt, fuck it now.”

I grabbed her, holding her tight, my Uncut Hindu Lund inflamed by her words.
I pushed my hand up the front of her skirt, feeling her heat, her wetness, through her flimsy knickers.
I started to undo my jeans, not thinking of where Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were.

“Wait,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās warned, suddenly scared of what she’d started.

She pulled away from me, but I grabbed her top.
The thin strap gave way in my hand as her top ripped.
The material fell away.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I both stared at her naked breast, at her hard nipple, at the taut flesh.
I moaned, reaching for her even as the lift stopped on the floor below ours.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grabbed her top to cover herself as the doors slid open.
A couple stepped into the lift, looking at us, at our odd behaviour, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I tried to control our breathing, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held her clothes together, both of us aware only of our desperate need for each other.

The few seconds it took for the lift to reach our floor seemed like hours.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I stumbled out, not caring about the eyes on us from the lift as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I practically ran down the corridor to our room.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās watched impatiently as I fumbled with the key.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I fell into the room as soon as the door opened.
I kicked it shut behind us as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I kissed and touched and tore at each other’s clothes as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I stumbled past the bathroom.

I dragged Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s top off her, as She pulled at my shirt, buttons flying in all directions.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I both fumbled with my jeans, getting in each other’s way in our haste.
By the time Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I reached the bedroom, I was naked, my Uncut Hindu Lund jutting out almost obscenely from my body, rock hard and dripping with pre cum, my balls full and heavy.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās fell backwards onto the bed, her Musalmān breasts bouncing delightfully.

I looked down at her, at her Musalmān breasts, rising and falling quickly as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās breathed.
I looked at her flat Musalmān belly, the tiny moon and star glistening at her navel, at her pretty face, framed by her red hair, at her slender, tanned legs, at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, wet with desire.

I reached forward, my Uncut Hindu Lund swaying in front of me, and roughly dragged her skirt up around her waist.
I gasped as her panties came into view, the flimsy red material marked with a huge wet patch where her juices had been flooding from her.
Her thighs were damp, the material of her knickers pressed tight into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I reached down, and pulled her knickers upwards, watching as the material dug harder into her pouting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, listening to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s loud moans.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held her own Musalmān breasts, pinching her nipples as I pulled her knickers again, her red, swollen lips squeezing out each side of the material.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out as the material rubbed against her over sensitive clit.
I ran my finger down the front of her panties, tracing a line down her slit, feeling her heat, her wetness, making her cry out again.

“Fuck me, Durgesh, fuck me,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās muttered, almost chanting as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās repeated herself over and over again.

I groaned as I slipped my fingers into her knickers and yanked them away from her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I tore away from her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, as I threw them to the floor and dragged her to the edge of the bed where I stood.
I pushed her legs back and leant forward to drive my thick, hard Uncut Hindu Lund into her.

I drove my Uncut Hindu Lund as deep into her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body as I could, not stopping until I was buried deepest inside her, my balls against her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, my hair pressed hard to hers.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot seemed to grab my Uncut Hindu Lund, pulling me deeper into her as it throbbed around me.
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out, and then plunged it back into her, fucking her hard as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, almost lifting her off the bed as I fucked her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot frantically.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came almost straightaway, loving my Uncut Hindu Lund, thick and hard inside her, loving the strength, the power of me as I fucked her.
As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came, I watched her head rocking from side to side, watched her holding her Musalmān breasts, tugging and pinching her nipples.
I listened to her harsh breathing, to her cries of pleasure.
I breathed in the faint smell of her perfume, and the heavier smell of her need, her passion.
I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot throbbing around me, her juices hot on my Uncut Hindu Lund and balls.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās groaned as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came.
It seemed to go on forever, her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body hotter, more alive, than ever before.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted me to fuck her harder and harder, not caring if it hurt.
So Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās told me to, told me to fuck her, told me to fuck her hot Musalmān cunt.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās barely recognised her own voice as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out to me, as she shouted to me, telling me what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted, what she needed.

I fucked her hard, my hands underneath her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass now, holding her to me, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot offered up to my driving Uncut Hindu Lund.
Her Musalmān breasts bounced deliciously on her chest as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lay in front of me, her arms thrown back over her head, her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body stretched out before me.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came again and again, her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body on fire as I fucked her, as I threw back my head, as I came, as my balls tightened and my Hindu cum erupted inside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was almost sobbing with pleasure as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt me tense, felt my release, felt my hot Hindu cum inside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for me, clinging to me as I clung to her, my Uncut Hindu Lund, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, throbbing together as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I came, as intense pleasure tore through us as if Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were one.

Slowly, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I relaxed and My Uncut Hindu Lund slipped from Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s aching Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I wriggled up the bed together.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slipped her skirt off, and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I lay naked in each other’s arms.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I talked a little, but mostly Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I just enjoyed each other’s company, biding our time, knowing there was more to come.

Later, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I made love again.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was lying on her front, while I was on my side, running my hand slowly up and down her back, following the contours of her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
My hands ran up and over the soft curves of her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, my stroking gradually ceasing as She parted her legs so that I could slip my fingers between her cheeks and down to her waiting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
My Uncut Hindu Lund grew hard against her, lying hot against her thigh, as my fingers played lightly over her clit and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I moved over to kneel behind her as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās drew herself up onto her knees.
I looked down at her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass for a moment as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wiggled it deliciously at me, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wet and open to me between her soft thighs.
I shuffled closer to her, my Uncut Hindu Lund rigid in front of me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās arched her back and pushed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot towards me as my Uncut Hindu Lund nudged against her.
I held her hips, my thumbs rubbing across the firm flesh of her cheeks as I slipped my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās let out a deep, satisfied sigh as I entered her, as my thick Uncut Hindu Lund filled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot once again.
I fucked her slowly, gently, listening to the sound of her soft moans as my Uncut Hindu Lund moved inside her.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rested her head on the pillow, her moans muffled as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my Uncut Hindu Lund slipping easily in and out of her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
I felt so big, so hard inside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās loved the feel of me, the power of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted me to fuck her harder, but her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot felt a little raw from the hard fuck I’d given her earlier.
Even the thought of that sent waves of pleasure through her, let alone what my Uncut Hindu Lund was doing to her now.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached underneath her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body and rubbed her tender clit softly, swirling her finger tip around the rubbery nub of flesh in little circles.

I could feel the pressure of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rubbing herself as my Uncut Hindu Lund glided in and out of her hot, wanton Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I felt her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body changing under me as her climax built inside her.
I traced my finger tip lightly over her tight little hole as it winked at me.
I rubbed harder, before quickly licking my finger to give it a little lubrication and pressing it even harder against her.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās froze, and then moaned, and then pushed back against my finger as it slipped into her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās couldn’t believe the sensations Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was feeling as my finger moved in her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rubbed her clit harder, as I fucked her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass in time to my Uncut Hindu Lund fucking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came quickly, pain and pleasure pouring through her as I fucked her harder and deeper.

I heard her cry out through the mist of pleasure coursing through me, as a sharp pain shot through her.
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out of her aching Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, resting it against her firm cheeks.

“Don’t stop,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried in alarm, not caring how sore her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot might feel.

I hesitated, my Uncut Hindu Lund rubbing against her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass as I moved slightly.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās froze again, suddenly very aware of my Uncut Hindu Lund, of where it was, of what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted.

“Yes,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned, “Do it … do it there … fuck me there.”

For a few seconds, I didn’t know, didn’t realise, what it was Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted.
But then I did – and my Uncut Hindu Lund seemed to grow as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moved to point her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass at my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I leant forward against her, wanting only this.

I pushed down, my Uncut Hindu Lund head pushing at her tight hole.
At first, nothing happened, but then with a “pop” I was inside her, the wetness of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot juice guiding the way.
I stopped so that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I could both get used to the sensation – her to my Uncut Hindu Lund invading her, me to the velvety tightness of her.
I eased into her deeper, taking my time.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gasped.

“Don’t stop, you old Hindu scoundrel.”

I pushed harder, pressing against her until my Uncut Hindu Lund was buried inside her, my balls resting against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I held still, waiting for her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wriggled her bum, pushing back.

“That feels soooooo good,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās whispered, “Now fuck me.”

I pulled out, and then pushed back in, driving my Uncut Hindu Lund into her.
My balls banged against her, slapping against her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, adding a new dimension to our pleasure.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached down and rubbed her own clit again.
It seemed that in no time Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I both went over the edge, crying out as powerful orgasms racked our bodies.

I pumped my thick Hindu cum into her, holding my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.
Her juices rushed from her as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came.
Reaching down further, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grabbed my balls and rubbed them against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, making them as wet as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was.

I collapsed on top of her, exhausted.

Chapter 18
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Just Eighteen Just Adult:15

Just Eighteen Just Adult

Durgesh

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Chapter 15

Durgesh Waħīdah Ǻbbās
Durgesh Ǻāliyah Kāmrān

Waħīdah Ǻbbās was really looking forward to this weekend away with me.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I sat side by side on the plane heading for Spain, Waħīdah Ǻbbās closed her eyes and thought back to how it had all come about.
Allah, how difficult it was to seduce Durgesh, Waħīdah Ǻbbās thought.
And the bastards, Musalmīn, claim Durgesh is a Hindu communal sex maniac.
Durgesh fucks every Musalmān Beauty he meets ever.
Bosh and nonsense.
If the ever communal bastard Musalmīn were true in their ever false ever communal claim, why the hell so many Musalmān Beauties were still dreaming and suffering to have Durgesh as their lover/ live in relationship partner?

Waħīdah Ǻbbās was Just Eighteen Just Adult, and liked to think that she was independent.
She was just coming to the end of her first year at University.
For the last couple of years, Waħīdah Ǻbbās had chosen not to go away on the annual family holiday with her younger sister and her parents.
The previous summer, the rest of the family had gone to Spain, and had spent the day in Barcelona, a city Waħīdah Ǻbbās had always wanted to visit.
When we got back, Waħīdah Ǻbbās was quite jealous of us for having been there, and on the spur of the moment, Durgesh had promised to take her there for a long weekend.
For various reasons, the long weekend had never happened – until now.
About a month ago, the topic of the trip had come up again.
Durgesh was due a few days off, and so – without telling Waħīdah Ǻbbās – he had stumbled about on the internet, and booked them some flights and two rooms at a decent looking hotel.
It had all seemed to work out okay, and she was actually quite proud of me for having booked the holiday that way.

I could barely contain myself when I surprised Waħīdah Ǻbbās with the tickets a few days later.
The excitement had built over the next few weeks as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had both looked forward to the trip.
The two of us had always got on well, and Waħīdah Ǻbbās actually got on better with me than she did with her Ammī, particularly in the last couple of years since she had got over those difficult, early teenage years.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had caught the early flight to Barcelona on the Friday morning, and had until our flight back, late on Sunday afternoon, to enjoy ourselves.

I smiled at Waħīdah Ǻbbās as I caught her looking across at me.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I laughed, for no other reason than Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were happy to be getting away for a few days, able to spend some time together.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās shut her eyes and relaxed, thinking about me.
Despite the ever communal ever unjustified in their Hindu hating dastardly claims of the Pseudo Musalmīn, Waħīdah Ǻbbās found me never communal, never Musalmān hating.
I was okay, she thought to herself.
Generous, a good laugh, kind.
And extremely good looking too, Waħīdah Ǻbbās concluded.
Actually, she thought, I was outstandingly handsome, in every kind of way.
Moreover, she knew that almost everyone of her friends fancied me like mad even at my sixty-four.
Was I really sixty-four?
No one believed it ever.
Except perhaps her Nānājān, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, and Durgesh himself.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās laughed to herself at the thought, preferring men her own age, but understanding the attraction of someone older.
Nowadays, it was a surprising trend for Waħīdah Ǻbbās that Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties were mostly interested in senior Hindu males, instead of those of their own age.
In Ved Nagar, it was almost a miracle now if a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty dreams of a Musalmān or a Hindu male of her own age.
“Teenagers are immensely inexperienced.” one of her closest friends, Ǻāliyah Kāmrān, said scornfully, “They are as afraid of taking our cherry as we ourselves are. The bastards, always seeking safe girls who have already lost their cherry either to their fathers or brothers.”*

Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl looked at Ǻāliyah Kāmrān immensely horrified.
“To their fathers or brothers, Ǻāliyah Kāmrān?”
There was a strong disbelief in Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl’s voice.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān laughed at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl.
“Chicken!”
“I hate you.” Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl shouted at Ǻāliyah Kāmrān protesting strongly.
“Nevertheless, you are a chicken still now even at your Just Eighteen Just Adult. Stupid girl.”
“Shut up. Keep your filthy mouth shut. You dirty bitch.” Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl thundered at her.
Some of their friends were watching them quarrel, with interest, but most of them were laughing at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl.
Yes, some of them were neither laughing at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl nor watching them interested in their futile quarrel, but even they were smiling at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl with quite an immense smirk on their lips.
“Chicken,” Ǻāliyah Kāmrān laughed at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl mockingly, “the world is not as moral as you childishly think. Most of the fathers fuck their own daughters and most of the brothers fuck their own sisters until they are not married to their foolish husbands.”
Farħānah Salāħuddīn laughed.
“Not only that,” she confirmed Ǻāliyah Kāmrān, “there are so many Ammīs even who are cougars to the extent that they have their sexual relationship with their own son.”
“You are dirty girls.” Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl said scornfully, “I hate all of you.”*

Ǻāliyah Kāmrān teased Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl not to humiliate her, to teach her instead the cold and hard things of life.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān wasn’t as lucky as Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl was.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān had had to face grim realities of life, consequently, even while she was Just Eighteen Just Adult only.
The kitten’s eyes, waving back and forth, followed the ball of crumpled paper.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān was waving it high above the arm of the chair.
The kitten was named Green Eyes because of the color of her eyes.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān liked to watch her eyes.
Their pupils were always changing, narrowing to ominous slits and widening to opaque pools of onyx.
Those black and green eyes had an hypnotic effect on Ǻāliyah Kāmrān, as Durgesh himself had on almost entire womankind.
Almost?
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān disagreed.
There isn’t any exception, as far as Ǻāliyah Kāmrān knew.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān’s own elder sisters hated Durgesh once.
They deliberately, stubbornly, married eligible Ǻrab Royal Sheikħs.
Their age difference even didn’t matter at all.
What happened?
Ultimately, her Māmūjān, Muħammad Yūsuf, was proven to be exactly correct.
Eventually, everyone of her elder sister seduced Durgesh herself.
And now, they are having their actual live in relationship with Durgesh while still married to their royal Ǻrab Sheikħ husbands.
Their royal Ǻrab Sheikħ husbands tried to object on it.
Durgesh immediately transferred his numerous stocks of shares in the oil companies in the name of their wives.
Their royal Ǻrab Sheikħ husbands suddenly found their wives actually controlled now their oil wells even.
Their objections died out eventually after a long futile struggle.
The royal Ǻrab Sheikħ husbands surrendered to their richer wives for their own financial survival.
It was their bad luck that Saůūdī Årab was not Saůūdī Årab anymore.
She was Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat now.
Modern Democratic Årabia.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was its ever first President.
Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.*

However, it was not exactly as Ǻāliyah Kāmrān thought it was.
Her eldest sister, Kħālidah Kāmrān managed it somewhat differently.
Her Ammī, Kāzimah Yåqūb and I left work early at five o’clock because she wanted extra time to get ready for the Halloween party our friends were throwing tonight.
Kāzimah Yåqūb and I worked together at my office.
I was an utmost successful Sex therapist in the suburbs and Kāzimah Yåqūb was my Colleague lady Sex therapist.
I met Kāzimah Yåqūb just after her second year of medical school to become a Lady Sex therapist.
Kāzimah Yåqūb was 18 at the time.
Shortly after we met, Kāzimah Yåqūb got pregnant from me.
Kāzimah Yåqūb wanted to manage her live in relationship with me, but Kāmrān Hāshimī proposed her surprisingly.
“Why not oblige me, Kāzimah Yåqūb?”
“What do you mean?” Kāzimah Yåqūb could not understand.
“I’m a bisexual, Kāzimah.”
“I know.”
“What? How the hell you know it?” Kāmrān Hāshimī was dumbfounded.
Nāzimah Raħmān told me.”
“Allah! Is she telling everyone that I am a bisexual?”
“Not bisexual, worse. She is telling everyone that you are impotent, not capable to satisfy any woman. You exploded as soon as you entered Nāzimah Raħmān. Nāzimah Raħmān had to go to Durgesh to extinguish the fire you incompetently set between her legs.”
Durgesh? She went to Durgesh? But she loves Shankar Mahāpralayankar.” Kāmrān Hāshimī was horrified.
Nāzimah Raħmān doesn’t love Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Shankar Mahāpralayankar loves Nāzimah Raħmān. Nāzimah Raħmān hates Shankar Mahāpralayankar. He is a Criminal.”
“But… but Shankar Mahāpralayankar said…”
Nāzimah Raħmān isn’t responsible for what Shankar Mahāpralayankar claims. Only Durgesh could save Nāzimah Raħmān from Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Nāzimah Raħmān hadn’t another option. Shankar Mahāpralayankar fucks even the royal Ǻrab Sheikħs in their asses.”
Shankar Mahāpralayankar is more powerful than the royal Ǻrab Sheikħs even. The royal Ǻrab Sheikħs can’t protect themselves from his criminal powers.”
“As they sowed so they’re reaping.” Kāzimah Yåqūb said curtly, “The royal Ǻrab Sheikħs created Shankar Mahāpralayankar against Musalmān terrorists to protect their kingdom. They succeeded in protecting their royal kingdom from Musalmān terrorists, but not from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. They thought Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t do anything. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan slapped them, rather kicked them actually with her far stronger feet than the royal Ǻrab Sheikħs thought Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had. As they sowed so they reaped. What’s wrong in it?”*

I looked at Waħīdah Ǻbbās, as she sat, totally relaxed, her eyes closed.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was quite beautiful, just like her Ammī at that age.
She had had her red hair cut for our break, but it still hung around her shoulders, framing her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
She really was quite lovely, with her big brown eyes, full lips and pert nose.

Like many girls of her age, Waħīdah Ǻbbās was wearing a tight sleeveless top, with the narrowest of straps, which clung to her body, curving softly around her full Musalmān breasts.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s tanned midriff was bare, the gold cross in her pierced belly button glinting softly.
Her skirt was – according to her Ammī – too short.
Looking across at her, I suddenly felt aware of myself at how my ever experienced Hindu male eyes were drawn to her long, slender, tanned female Musalmān legs.

The flight wasn’t that long.
By the time Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had been fed a typical airline breakfast, had a couple of cups of coffee, and bought Waħīdah Ǻbbās some duty free perfume, it was time to start descending towards Barcelona.
As soon as the captain announced our approach to the airport, Waħīdah Ǻbbās grabbed My arm, her excitement evident on her terribly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face, her Musalmān breasts squashed against me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās bent over to try and see more out of the window next to me.

Once the plane landed, and came to a halt at the terminal, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were amongst the first to leave the plane.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I dashed through the airport, hoping that our luggage would arrive quickly.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were in luck – it seemed that only minutes after Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I reached baggage reclaim, our cases were on the conveyor belt in front of us.
Minutes later, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were in a taxi heading for the city centre.

The taxi driver picked up on our excitement straightaway, and was soon chatting away in his broken English, pointing out the various sights as he drove.
He offered us a sight seeing “detour”, and as it wasn’t much more than the fare itself, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I took him up on his offer.

He drove us up to the highest part of the city, and Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I gasped at the panoramic views in all directions, of the docks and the cruise ships lined up in one direction, and of the city in the other.
He showed us the historical sights, where the famous football stadium was, where the Olympic village had been, and so much more.
By the time Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I reached the hotel, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I couldn’t wait to see more.

I paid off the driver, and then led the way through to the hotel reception, proud to have beautiful young Waħīdah Ǻbbās on my arm, proud yet cautious of the admiring looks Waħīdah Ǻbbās was getting.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās clung to my arm as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I waited in the short queue at reception, both of us chatting away happily.

When Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I reached the reception desk, I gave the receptionist our name, and then waited while she found our paperwork.
As she looked through it, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I both became aware of the looks the receptionist was giving us.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās giggled.

“She thinks I’m either your wife or at least your Musalmān girlfriend,” she told me, hardly able to hold back her giggles.

The receptionist gave me the booking in form to sign with a frosty smile, and asked to see our passports.
I handed over the passports, and then looked at the form the receptionist had asked me to sign.

“I’m sorry,” I told her a few minutes later, “there’s been a mistake. I booked two single rooms, not one twin room.”

As the receptionist took the form back, I rummaged through my bag and pulled out the e-mail confirmation I’d received.
I also had the screen print form when I booked the hotel over the Internet.

“Look – there,” I pointed.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked as well.

“Durgesh darling,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried mischievously, seductively, naughtily. “It is wrong – look at the boxes your secretary ticked erroneously. You’ve booked one, Double Bed room, instead of two, Single Bed rooms.
She pointed at the e-mail.

I stared at the paper in front of me.
It suddenly dawned on me what my secretary had done.

“You can’t be trusted with secretaries, can you?” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me, only half joking as she saw our weekend being spoilt in front of us.

I told her not to worry, that I would sort it out.
But, as the receptionist explained, the hotel was fully booked.
If Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I wanted two rooms, then Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I would have to look elsewhere.
I looked helplessly at Waħīdah Ǻbbās.

“We’ll take it,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās announced firmly. “After all,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me softly, trying to make me feel better, “There is a Double Bed – and a bathroom to get changed in.”

Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I finished booking in, gave the still disbelieving receptionist My credit card details, and then followed the porter to the lifts, and the eighth floor.
He opened the door to our room for us, and placed our cases just inside.
As I tipped him, he gave a knowing wink.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās squeezed my arm, telling me to ignore the porter.
He thought Waħīdah Ǻbbās my young wife or young Musalmān girlfriend and we were here to enjoy sex with each other.
It was normal for him to welcome aged Hindu multimillionaires with their sexy young Musalmān secretaries/ girlfriends.

I followed Waħīdah Ǻbbās into the room.
Like so many hotel rooms, there was a short corridor, with the bathroom off to one side.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās popped her around the door to look inside.
It was actually quite big, with a partially sunken bath as well as a separate shower cubicle.

When Waħīdah Ǻbbās came out, she saw that I had stopped.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās walked up behind me, and took in the rest of the room.
It was quite large, with sliding doors out to a balcony which overlooked the city, and a LARGE DOUBLE BED.
She stopped, her eyes frozen on the bed.

I recovered first.

“Don’t worry,” I told her, “It’s probably just two beds pushed together – I’ll get the hotel to move us.”

“Look,” I added, as I flipped up the bed clothes to show her.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I both stared.
There was only one set of legs.
It was only one bed.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I stared at each other.
I eventually broke the silence.

“I’ll get us another room.”

“How?” Waħīdah Ǻbbās asked. “You heard what that receptionist said.” She stared at me for a moment longer. “We’ll just have to put pillows between us like when we were kids.”

Despite myself, I laughed at the memory of when Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had all gone to Disneyland six or seven years before.
The hotel room had two big beds, so Waħīdah Ǻbbās had shared with me.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had used pillows to split the bed into two, but by the time Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had finished, the pillows had begun to look like a barricade.

“Are you sure?” I asked, totally fed up with myself for getting it all so wrong.

“Yes,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told, squeezing my arm reassuringly.

“Now come on, I’m starved. Let’s get unpacked, and then get some lunch,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās added, more brightly than Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt, but wanting to cheer me up.

An hour later, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were sat in the warm spring sunshine, outside a cosy café towards the top end of Las Ramblas, a wonderfully entertaining street in the centre of Barcelona, eating omelettes, Waħīdah Ǻbbās even enjoying a bottle of red wine.

As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I ate and Waħīdah Ǻbbās drank.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I felt more relaxed, the problems of the last few hours disappeared, and Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I started to plan our weekend.
I was torn between sight seeing and going to the Nou Camp stadium to soak up the atmosphere and watch football, while Waħīdah Ǻbbās wanting nothing more than to visit all the shops Waħīdah Ǻbbās could find, looking at the sights as Waħīdah Ǻbbās went.
In the end, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I decided Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I would try and do everything.

“Okay, let’s go for it,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me, before adding mischievously, “So long as we go shopping first!”

Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I spent the afternoon shopping.
I actually quite enjoyed it, glad to see Waħīdah Ǻbbās so happy as Waħīdah Ǻbbās took me from shop to shop, trying on dozens of items for every one Waħīdah Ǻbbās bought.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I even went shopping for me, as I gave in at last to Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s pleas for me to “get with it!”
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I still hadn’t finished when the shops began to close.

“There’s always tomorrow,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me, skipping out of the way as I playfully swung a shopping bag at her.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I strolled the half a mile or so back to the hotel, our arms linked, enjoying each other’s company as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I always did.
Back at the hotel, I had a quick shower and then left the bathroom free for Waħīdah Ǻbbās.
When I heard her in the shower, I leisurely dressed, putting on the new clothes that Waħīdah Ǻbbās had left out for me.
When Waħīdah Ǻbbās re-appeared, Waħīdah Ǻbbās was dressed and ready to go out.

“What do you think?” Waħīdah Ǻbbās asked, spinning around to show off her new outfit.

While my wolf whistle was meant to be playful, I couldn’t help thinking how good Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had put on a tiny amount of make up, just enough to highlight her extremely sexy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān features.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was wearing a short, flared skirt and high heels, both of which helped to show off her legs to perfection.
The skirt fitted just tightly enough around her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass to show just how sexy it was.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās wore a vest top with very thin straps, with a shirt over the top of it.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had left the shirt unbuttoned, and I couldn’t help but notice how the vest clung to the shape of Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s pert Musalmān breasts.

“You look beautiful, sweet heart,” I told her, “You make me so proud.”

Waħīdah Ǻbbās hugged me, telling me I “looked even more killingly handsome than I myself realized”.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I stood close together, I suddenly realised just how good it felt to have Waħīdah Ǻbbās in my arms like this, just how sexy Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt against me.
I let go of her as if I’d been burnt, Mumbling something about us “needing to go out” as Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked at me quizzically.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I ate in the hotel restaurant.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I took our time, and even I felt relaxed as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I looked forward to the next few days.
After dinner, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I went for a walk around the place de Catalunya, strolling slowly amongst
the fountains and statues, enjoying the atmosphere.
By the time Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I got back to the hotel, it was quite late.

As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I went into our room, there was – just for a moment – an uncertain silence between us, as if Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I didn’t quite know what to do.
But then I went into the bathroom for a quick wash.
When I came out, Waħīdah Ǻbbās was sat on the edge of the bed.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās glanced across at me as I came back into the room bare chested.
She stood up, her pyjamas in her hand, and went to take her turn in the bathroom, smiling at me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās brushed past me.

I sat on the edge of the bed, suddenly unsure about sharing a room, let alone a bed, with Waħīdah Ǻbbās.
I glanced at myself in the mirror, and quickly decided to get changed.
I grabbed the pyjama’s I’d bought earlier and quickly unwrapped them.
I didn’t normally wear pyjama’s, preferring to sleep in the nude or in an old tee shirt if it was cold.
But while there were out shopping I had bought some just for the weekend.

I stood up, quickly pulled my trousers and underwear off.
As I stood naked, reaching out for my pyjamas, I caught sight of myself in the mirror.

“Amazing,” I thought, smiling to myself.

At sixty four, I did still look okay.
I always kept my tan, and had managed to avoid putting on too much weight over the years.
While my muscular legs and chest have not softened even slightly with the passing of time, I knew that I could still draw the odd admiring look when I was on the beach.

As I stood naked, my pyjama’s still in my hand, the bathroom door burst open.
I sat down abruptly on the edge of the bed, holding my pyjama’s still in my hand, not even covering my Uncut Hindu Lund and balls, my face startled.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās stopped dead, looking at me, feeling very embarrassed both for her and me.
I looked at her, my mouth suddenly very grave.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was wearing her favourite Winnie the pooh pyjamas.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had had them for years, so they were now a bit too small, but she still loved to wear them.

The short sleeved top, which had once been baggy on her, now fitted snugly over her Musalmān breasts, her nipples clearly visible.
I stared at her, at the picture of the bear on the front, at the way the picture moved with her, with her body, with her Musalmān breasts, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās breathed.

Her pyjama bottoms were shorts, and while they had once reached her knees, they were now half way up her tanned thighs.
Behind her, in the other wall mirror, I could see just how tight they were over her firm Musalmān ass, how they clung to her soft Musalmān curves.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās stared at my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund dumbfounded.
We both were in trance.
For how much time, none of us knew.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās just kept staring at my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund dumbfounded.
I kept watching Waħīdah Ǻbbās.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās recovered first.

“Come on Durgesh darling, get a move on,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās crossed to the other side of the room, doing her best not to look in my direction as she started to put her clothes away in the wardrobe.

“Waħīdah Ǻbbās, I’m trying to get changed,” I told her, saying the first thing that came into my head.
I felt angry with myself for getting us into this mess, and with Waħīdah Ǻbbās for being so sexy, so beautiful.
And with myself for the way my Uncut Hindu Lund was reacting openly.

“Oh come on, Durgesh darling, I won’t look.”

“Well you better not,” I told her, trying not to look in her direction, my voice unexpectedly gruff.

“And if I do? I’ve already more than enough. I’ve already digested too much what the unique you have for us womankind.” Waħīdah Ǻbbās teased me.

“I’ll have to spank you,” I retorted, automatically using our standard joke.

I glanced in the mirror and saw that Waħīdah Ǻbbās was looking away now.
I carefully shook my pyjamas to unfold them, before standing up to step into them.
I glanced up again.
This time I saw Waħīdah Ǻbbās in the mirror, looking in my direction.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās could obviously see my buttocks, but that wasn’t where Waħīdah Ǻbbās was looking.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was looking in the mirror as well, at my reflection, at my rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund swaying in front of me, at my heavy Hindu balls hanging beneath.

I dragged my pyjamas up my legs and sat down.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had been looking at me so openly.
Or had I imagined it?

“Sorry.”

Her voice was small, so quiet I could hardly hear her, even though Waħīdah Ǻbbās was now stood next to me.
I felt angry again, at her, at myself.
I reached out and grabbed Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s arm, dragging her to me and throwing her over my knee.

“I told you what would happen,” I almost shouted, as my hand crashed down onto her perfect big ass, barely hidden by the thin material stretched tightly over her hot Musalmān body.

She screamed and wriggling, kicking her legs as my hand crashed down again.
I felt the heat of her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass against my hand as I smacked her for a third time.
I stopped, breathing heavily, my hand resting on her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, her heat radiating through to me.

I was suddenly aware of her Musalmān breasts and belly against my leg, of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her pyjama top had ridden up and I looked down at her back, at her smooth skin, at her beautiful sun tan, at the small tattoo at the base of her spine, at the way her narrow waist flared out to meet the soft curves of her hips and ass.

A groan escaped from deep within me as I ran my hand softly over her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, and up onto her back, feeling the shape of her sexy Musalmān body.
I slipped my hand into the back of her shorts, pulling them down as I ran the tip of my middle finger down between her cheeks, knowing it was wrong but totally unable to stop myself.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās gasped, trying to take in what was happening, trying to understand why the pain Waħīdah Ǻbbās had felt was now being overwhelmed by the pleasure shooting through her.

“Durgesh,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried, wriggling harder as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my finger scratching lightly over her puckered Musalmān bum, as waves of pleasure washed through her.

“Durgesh, stop,” she moaned, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my hard Uncut Hindu Lund against her belly, as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot flooded, as She pressed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot herself down against my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I sensed the change in her, but couldn’t work out what it was.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was still wriggling, but her movements were now more deliberate, more controlled.
My already hard Uncut Hindu Lund stiffened even more as I realised that Waħīdah Ǻbbās was actually rubbing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot against it, against the hardness of my knee.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās thought Waħīdah Ǻbbās was going to faint.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, her whole body, ached with the pleasure surging through her.
Her nipples felt like they were ready to burst they felt so hard.
And beneath her, Waħīdah Ǻbbās could feel the hardness, the heat, of mine.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās couldn’t stop herself.
It was as if a floodgate had suddenly opened.
She pressed her whole body down against me, wanting me.

With a groan, I felt Waħīdah Ǻbbās press down against me.
I pushed my hand further into her pyjamas, reaching down between her legs to find her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried out as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my Uncut Hindu Lund on her, suddenly scared, very scared, by the depths of her feelings, of her need, of her desire for me, of her need for release.

She scrambled away from me, falling onto the floor before quickly standing up.
Her chest was heaving, her nipples rock hard against the thin material of her top.
There was a dark patch on her shorts where Waħīdah Ǻbbās had been rubbing against me.

I looked Waħīdah Ǻbbās up and down, drinking in her sexiness, my heart thumping.
I saw her eyes looking down at me.
Glancing down, I realised for the first time that my Uncut Hindu Lund had escaped through the open fly of my pyjamas, and was now stood erect, all eight inches of it, thick and hard, the head red and engorged, and already wet with pre cum.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund jerk.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s eyes widened as Waħīdah Ǻbbās watched my Uncut Hindu Lund swaying.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās didn’t resist, didn’t want to resist, instead when Waħīdah Ǻbbās herself grabbed me, plunging herself to me, her mind blanked by lust.

Her shorts were half ripped away from her body as she grabbed them and plunged herself towards me.
I caught a fleeting glimpse of her red hair, but then Waħīdah Ǻbbās was straddling me, neither of us sure of what was happening, neither of us wanting to stop, but both of us knowing that Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had to.

“Durgesh,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās almost sobbed as Waħīdah Ǻbbās knelt over my lap, her knees on the bed each side of my nude Hindu male thighs.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās didn’t feel in control of her body any more.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās could feel my hands on her hips, the unbearable heat of my Uncut Hindu Lund against her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās groaned.

“Durgesh, I’ve never ……..”

And then Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my hands pulling her down onto me.
Her knees collapsed under her, and Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt the searing heat of my rigid Uncut Hindu Lund driving upwards into her ardent Musalmān body.

“….. done this before …” Waħīdah Ǻbbās finished, my Uncut Hindu Lund already deep inside her like a rod of steel.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās screamed with pain, with desire, as My Uncut Hindu Lund tore into her body.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās automatically straightened her legs, lifting herself away from me.
She sobbed, tears welling up in her eyes.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked at me, at the awful confused, pained expression on my face, at the horror at what had happened, what she’d done, in my ever experienced Hindu male eyes.
“Oh Durgesh,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās breathed, lowering her body back onto mine.

This time it was I who was frozen, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās lowered her sexy young body back down onto me.
She moved slowly, almost gingerly, reaching down to hold my Uncut Hindu Lund, her hand barely big enough to reach around my thick Hindu shaft. Waħīdah Ǻbbās wrapped her other arm round my neck as she eased my Uncut Hindu Lund back into her body, wanting me, wanting my Uncut Hindu Lund, desperately.

I held her hips lightly, not quite believing what was happening, watching Waħīdah Ǻbbāss face as Waħīdah Ǻbbās lowered herself onto my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.
I couldn’t believe how hot, how wet, how tight Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt as the engorged head of my Uncut Hindu Lund slid into her.
I somehow resisted the urge to push my Uncut Hindu Lund into her as deep as I could, to pull her hips down onto me, and let Waħīdah Ǻbbās take her time.

As Waħīdah Ǻbbās lowered herself onto my lap, Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips stretching around my Uncut Hindu Lund as it slipped into her.
The pain Waħīdah Ǻbbās had felt was being washed away by the strength of her pleasure as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot moulded itself to every ridge, every contour, of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
With a deep groan, she settled onto my lap, all eight inches of my thick Uncut Hindu Lund buried inside her.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās was in awe of her body, of the pleasure surging through her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had no idea how all of that wonderful Uncut Hindu Lund had fitted inside her, but it had.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt so full, as if my Uncut Hindu Lund was reaching up to between her Musalmān breasts.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās wrapped her arms around My neck and looked into my ever experienced Hindu male eyes, seeing the same need, the same desire in my ever experienced Hindu male eyes as Waħīdah Ǻbbās was sure I could see in hers.
Her legs were spread wide, her knees each side of me.
It felt as though Waħīdah Ǻbbās was being split apart by my Uncut Hindu Lund, speared deep inside her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās could feel my balls against her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, my hands stroking her hips, running softly over her body.

Still looking into my ever experienced Hindu male eyes, she eased herself up on my Uncut Hindu Lund, feeling it sliding out of her a few inches before dropping back onto me.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās wiggled her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass a little, and then lifted herself again, enjoying the wonderful sensations flooding her body more and more, enjoying the feel of my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her, the feel of my skin peeling back over my Uncut Hindu Lund head each time she moved her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot up and down my Hindu length.

It seemed natural for us to kiss, tentatively at first, our lips barely touching.
But then Waħīdah Ǻbbāsicked slowly along My lips, before poking her tongue between them, feeling our way inside my mouth.
Moments later, our lips were locked together, our tongues thrusting and exploring.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I kissed, I pulled Waħīdah Ǻbbās to me, feeling her Musalmān breasts, her hard nipples against my chest even through her flimsy pyjamas, our hips now moving as one.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I broke our kiss, staring at each other as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I gasped for breath, our lips still for a moment.
Silently, Waħīdah Ǻbbās reached for the hem of her top, and pulled it slowly up her body and over her head.

I gasped, my Uncut Hindu Lund jerking inside her, as the rest of her body was uncovered.
My ever experienced Hindu male eyes moved with her, following the edge of her top upwards.
Firstly, it was her flat, well toned belly with the little gold cross nestling in her belly button.
I had always been against her having her navel pierced, but now all I could think about was how sexy it looked, Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked.
As the top went up higher, my hands moved from her hips and slowly up the sides of her slender body, her skin smooth and soft under my touch.

Gradually, as if in slow motion, the soft swell of her Musalmān breasts came into view.
I moaned, my hands tightening around her, as her sexy young Musalmān breasts were unveiled to me.
They were bigger than I’d ever imagined, but still firm, very firm and beautifully shaped.
They seemed to turn upwards at the end, and were slightly conical shaped, her nipples hard and swollen, the aureoles dark and wide.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās saw how I was looking at her, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot throbbing at the expression on my face.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās held still for a few long moments, her arms above her head, her Musalmān breasts thrust out to me, wanting me, as I feasted on her extraordinary Musalmān beauty.
I reached out to her, my hands moving smoothly across her body to cup her Musalmān breasts.
I sighed as I felt her firmness beneath my hands, just as Waħīdah Ǻbbās sighed as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my hands on her, the rough skin on my thumbs scraping lightly over her sensitive nipples.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās threw her top onto the floor and pulled my head to her.
I pressed my head into her cleavage, my hands still on her Musalmān breasts, the two of us still for a moment except for the gentle movement of our hips, of my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.

I watched as her nipples puckered and tightened even more under my touch as I moved from one to the other I squeezed them gently, and then harder.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās held my head to her, wanting, needing, my attention, her hips rising as Waħīdah Ǻbbās began to fuck my thick, hard Uncut Hindu Lund again.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I moved as one, my Uncut Hindu Lund ploughing into her, stretching her, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās clung to me, as I squeezed her Musalmān breasts and nipples, my hands roaming easily over her body.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt as though My Uncut Hindu Lund was filling her entire body.
It felt huge inside her – and Waħīdah Ǻbbās loved it.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās loved the way it filled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, reaching deep inside her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās loved the way it moved, the way her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wrapped itself around it.
And Waħīdah Ǻbbās loved the way the pain, the dull ache, Waħīdah Ǻbbās had felt was now being replaced by waves of intense, almost painful, pleasure.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās had felt nothing like it ever before.
The pleasure filling her, reaching the very ends of her body, was amazing, and was being driven there by my stunning Uncut Hindu Lund inside her body, by my hands on her body, by my mouth on her Musalmān breasts.

Everything was a blur as Waħīdah Ǻbbās clung to me, holding me tighter and tighter as the pleasure inside her became almost unbearable.
Our hips, our bodies, were moving faster now, my Uncut Hindu Lund reaching deeper and deeper inside her as everything else was forgotten except for our pleasure.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried out as her orgasm tore through her body, wave after wave of intense pleasure.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās threw her head back, her chest flushed, her body tense, as I buried my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her and clung to her, in awe of her reaction, of the pleasure Waħīdah Ǻbbās was enjoying.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās was almost sobbing with relief as her body relaxed, as I began fucking her again.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was bouncing up and down on my lap as I drove my Uncut Hindu Lund wildly into her, her Musalmān breasts bouncing in front of me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās rode my violent Hindu thrusts, as she straddled my knees, pushing down to meet my Uncut Hindu Lund as I drove it deepest into her body.

As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I fucked, her juices poured from her onto my Uncut Hindu Lund and balls, the room echoing to the wet sounds of our bodies moving together.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my Uncut Hindu Lund grow even bigger inside her as my climax approached, as another climax washed through her.
As my Hindu cum threatened to erupt inside from me, I started to lift Waħīdah Ǻbbās away from my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“No,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried, understanding what I was trying to do, “it’s okay. Give it to me inside, please.”

Waħīdah Ǻbbās drove her body downwards, using her weight to drive my Uncut Hindu Lund back inside her just as my balls contracted and sent my Hindu cum into her body in thick jets.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I both cried out, I at my release and Waħīdah Ǻbbās at the feel of my Hindu cum filling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, mixing with her juices.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I clung together, my Uncut Hindu Lund throbbing inside her, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot squeezing my n cum from me.

I collapsed backwards on the bed, breathless, my muscular body slick with sweat.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās lay down on top of me, her cheek resting on my chest, my softening Uncut Hindu Lund still filling her hot, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“I love you, Durgesh,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās murmured, hugging me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my arms around her, “I love you now even more than I ever did before. Thank you. Thank you very much for accepting me in your life forever, my dear Hindu husband.”

Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I lay still for long moments, savouring the feel of each other, before Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I inevitably thought about what had happened.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I both knew that Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I should be feeling guilty, but Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I didn’t.
All Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I knew was that Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I wanted it more, much more.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās got up slowly.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās knelt beside me, I propped myself up on my elbows, looking at her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās leant over and kissed me softly, her hand resting on my belly.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked down at my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was still semi erect, lying at the base of my belly, still slick with cum and juices.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās giggled at the fact that I still had my pyjama bottoms on, at the huge wet patch from her juices.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās dragged them down my legs, leaving me naked, and then got up off the bed.

I watched her, drinking in her ardent Musalmān nakedness, her beauty, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās crossed the room and went into the bathroom.

Chapter 16
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam