Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh: 12

I was thinking, even while I was fucking my extremely beautiful psychological Musalmān Beauties patients for their sex therapy and my humanitarian Social Service to them, how to explain to Faraħ Taymūr that Zāhidah Humāyūn must be told the truth.

It amounted somewhat to cheat Zāhidah Humāyūn that we both were having sex behind her back.

I did not feel it decent.

But the ball was not in my court even now.

It was still in Faraħ Taymūr’s court.

I managed to bring the subject under discussing when Faraħ Taymūr was fucking me last night savagely.

Faraħ Taymūr was also wild, mad, and savage with me in sex as her Ammī, the MNC Wonder of Pakistan, Zāhidah Humāyūn was.

“You should tell your Ammī, Faraħ Taymūr.”

“Allah, she is my mother. How can I be as shameless as to talk with her about my sex life?”Faraħ Taymūr increased her vaginal grip around my Hindu shaft more, keeping it buried into her extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān Cunt deepest.

“Then let me tell her.”

“Well, I think that would be better.”

“Thank you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I felt we are cheating on her.”

“Nonsense. I’m a grown up young, adult Musalmān lady myself now. I know my Ammī very well. She is a thoroughly democratic sophisticated Musalmān lady herself. She’d never interfere in my sex life.”

“Yes, I know that. But she is my Live in relationship Partner too. And I’m duty bound, morally at least, to tell her that I’m sleeping with her young daughter from Dr. Taymūr Muħammad Åālam too.”

“Are you really?” Faraħ Taymūr looked into my eyes significantly.

“What do you mean?”

“Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! MNC Wonder of Pakistan Zāhidah Humāyūn’s daughter, Faraħ Taymūr, is herself sleeping with you. You are not sleeping with her.”

“I see.”

“You must. You never fucked even a single daughter of any of your Live in relationship Partner, not even for an exception. Their daughters themselves fucked you always.”

“I never thought about it that—”

“Don’t lie to me ever.”

“Faraħ Taymūr.”

“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is right.”

“You think a daughter is not an individuality in herself. You think she belongs to her parents.”

“Well, it’s not true entirely.”

“Yeah?”

“Let me correct it. I think a daughter is certainly an individuality in herself. But she owes some duties and responsibilities to her parents too.”

“As you yourself have an individuality. Yet you have some duties and responsibilities to your Live in relationship Partners too. Is it?”

“Yes. That’s it. And why shouldn’t have I?”

“Sure. Sure. But according to the same principle, I’m also your Live in relationship Partner now. Am not I?”

I smiled.

“Do you really mean it?”

“Hey, I’m fucking you now.”

“Sure.”

“Doesn’t it imply that?”

“No. It doesn’t. You can fuck me and can still not be my Live in relationship Partner. It maybe our at random lovemaking too. Can’t it be?”

“I see. What did you find me? A virgin, or—?”

“Of course a virgin. That’s not disputed between us.”

“Thank you. You are so truthful with me.”

I smiled impishly.

“I almost always try to be.”

“Oh yes. Sorry I thought you were so cunning, so scrupulous, so smart that—”

“I lie only to them who lie to me.” I cut Faraħ Taymūr short, “If that’s what you were going to say.”

I couldn’t remember the last time that a Friday afternoon felt so good.

I now had two days to help me get over with the Zāhidah Humāyūn and Faraħ Taymūr problem even though I knew it would take considerably longer.

I walked out the door trying to feel good about myself.

I jumped in my Mercedes and made my way through the snarled up traffic jam.

Traffic was at a standstill on the freeway.

I looked in my rear view mirror, saw that nobody was moving so I gunned it, and took off along the side of the road.

The exit was just ahead so quickly I ducked off the freeway and continued on my way home.

I pulled up my driveway and saw Faraħ Taymūr’s car parked up by the garage.

I parked my Mercedes and walked up to the front door.

I checked the mailbox as part of my usual routine as I made my way into the house.

“Hi Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she ran up to me and hugged me.

She felt incredible against me as she pressed into me.

The feel of her soft young Musalmān breasts as they pressed into my Hindu chest caused my Hindu member to stir.

Even the smell of her hair caused me to shiver lightly.

Just then, she reminded me of Zāhidah Humāyūn as well.

“Cheer up Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr smiled as she stepped back from me.

“I made us a nice dinner,” she said as she took my hand and guided me to the kitchen.

“Now go take a shower so we can eat,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she guided me toward the stairs and grabbed me on my Uncut Hindu Lund to encourage me to go.

I went to my room and immediately felt the presence of my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn.

I don’t know if it was because I was looking at all of her stuff or what.

I quickly went into the rest room and showered as I tried to think about something other than Zāhidah Humāyūn.

Faraħ Taymūr was expecting me now.

I should prepare me for her, not for her MNC Wonder of Pakistan Ammī, Zāhidah Humāyūn.

Moreover, Zāhidah Humāyūn had come to my office today already.

She asked me for an outing.

We went to some forests.

Zāhidah Humāyūn was crazy enough today that she forced me to make love to her there, under open sky, absolutely nude.

“Are you crazy?” I admonished her.

“Don’t stop me today you Hindu brute.” Zāhidah Humāyūn sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund openly under open sky, “Let me celebrate my victory.”

“Victory?”

“Yes, you know Pakistan is divided into four provinces.”

“Yes, Balochistan, Kħyber Pakħtunkħwa, Punjab and Sindh. So what?”

“In addition to these four Sūbahs, we have four Territories too.”

“Yes, Islamabad Capital Territory, Federally Administered Tribal Areas including the Frontier Regions, Pak Occupied Jammu and Kashmir and Gilgit-Baltistan. So what?”

“All of them want me now to be their next President.” Zāhidah Humāyūn pushed me on the ground, on my back; straddled me on my Uncut Hindu Lund, and started fucking me furiously.

I digested the information.

The entire rest of the day, Zāhidah Humāyūn fucked me furiously, openly, under open sky.

I also fucked her.

I wanted to participate in her happiness.***

As I stood under the hot water, I became entranced.

It was as if I was paralyzed and I couldn’t move.

I became lost in the memory that I had of the entire day Zāhidah Humāyūn and I made love.

It was right there in the forests under open sky.

MNC Wonder of Pakistan, Zāhidah Humāyūn, was just crazy.

I left her with her friends.

Her friends wanted me also with them to celebrate her victory all night, but I said.

“Faraħ Taymūr is alone. Let me go, please.”

They permitted me very reluctantly.

Looking up I saw the towel rack where my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, held on to as she bent over.

I remember ever so clearly how the water pulsated down on my back as I held her hips and fucked Zāhidah Humāyūn from behind.

The way Zāhidah Humāyūn moaned and screamed as she came over and over which was something totally out of the ordinary for her.

Whatever the case, I suddenly found myself able to move as I realized that the water was no longer hot, rather it was now cold.

I quickly shut off the water taps and dried off.

I walked into my room naked and reached into my dresser to get out a brand new pair of pajamas.

I stepped into the thin material and marveled at how comfortable they were.

I reached into another drawer, pulled out my favorite tee shirt, and pulled it over my head.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

I did like what I saw.

My eyes were shining brightly and my hair was a temptation for Musalmān Beauties.

I found my comb and fixed my hair as I continued to look at myself.

It was the finishing touch.

At sixty-two even, I didn’t need to start over.

I tossed my comb down onto the vanity and went down to the kitchen.

“Here Durgesh darling, sit over here,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she pulled my chair out.

I sat down just as lovely Faraħ Taymūr pushed my chair under me.

I watched her walk over to the stove to get our dinner.

She looked as incredible as she was wearing a tight pair of blue jeans and a half shirt that bared her midriff.

When she returned she sat a plate down in front of me and then sat down with her own plate directly across from me.

I realized right away that I should have worn underwear under my pajamas when I saw Faraħ Taymūr’s nipples pushing against the thin fabric of her shirt.

As we ate dinner, I had such a hard time keeping my eyes away from her ever-erect Pakistani Musalmān breasts.

I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra as every once in a while I could see that oh so sexy jiggle.

I also noticed one other thing as well.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was rock hard and sticking out through the hole in the fly.

We made idle small talk as we ate.

Faraħ Taymūr cleaned up the mess as I tried to think about anything other than Faraħ Taymūr’s breasts.

While Faraħ Taymūr was washing the dishes, I managed to push my member back into my pajamas.

“Go watch television Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she looked back at me over her shoulder.

“OK sweetie,” I said as I stood up being careful that my member didn’t fall out of my pajamas.

I went and lay down on the sofa and turned the television on.

Moment s later Faraħ Taymūr joined me as she laid down on the love seat.

We continued to discuss what had just transpired over the last twenty-four hours as we watched television.

At times, she became somewhat depressed as we talked and reminisced about past events.

There were other times when we actually chuckled as we talked about other things that were quite funny.

We watched the news and then decided to look for a movie.

Faraħ Taymūr grabbed the remote and switched over to Cinemax.

Suddenly there was a wild sex scene on the television.

Quickly she changed the channel and there was another hot sex scene.

She changed the channel again and unbelievably there was another wild sex scene on the television.

I noticed this time that Faraħ Taymūr didn’t change the channel as quickly as the other channels.

I noticed that the girl on the television had her wrists tied to the headboard and was blindfolded.

Just as I got interested, she shut the television off.

“I’m going to bed Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she jumped up off the love seat.

“Me too sweetie, even though I probably won’t sleep too well,” I said as I got up and began to shut down the house.

Faraħ Taymūr disappeared upstairs while I made sure the doors were locked.

I went up to my room, noticing that Faraħ Taymūr’s door was closed.

I quietly closed my door and lit the two candles on the nightstand.

I turned out the lamp as the glow of the candles gave me enough light.

I sat down on the edge of the bed as I continued to ponder how my Live in relationship with Zāhidah Humāyūn could go so wrong.

The longer I sat there the more restless I became.

Looking over I saw Zāhidah Humāyūn’s pill bottle next to the candles.

I closed my eyes as hard as I could because everything I looked at reminded me of my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn.

I opened my eyes and took a deep breath as I stood up.

I walked over to the sliding door that led to the balcony.

I unlocked the door and pulled it open.

I could feel the warm breeze blow across my face as I stepped out onto the balcony.

I walked over to the edge and leaned against the wall with my arms under me as I leaned down.

I just stood there for what seemed like an eternity as I stared out into the eternal darkness.

Memory after memory seemed to be flashing past my eyes.

I stepped back and sat down on the small swing near the middle of the balcony.

I sat down and looked up at the stars as they twinkled above.

Only the moon cast any light onto the lonely balcony.

Every happy memory began to race through my mind.

The warm breeze against my skin helped to soothe my agony.

That’s when I felt something.

I realized that Faraħ Taymūr must have heard me coming there because she was now standing in front of me with her arms around me.

Her soft hug and gentle stroke of her hand over my head helped ease the pain.

That’s when I noticed that she was crying.

“It’s going to be OK Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr said over and over, as we held each other.

I could feel Faraħ Taymūr adjust herself as she now knelt between my spread open legs.

She pressed her warm wet face against mine.

Ever so slowly, I began to caress her back through the thin white sleep shirt she was wearing.

I felt her caressing my back as well as our faces came apart.

We looked into each other’s eyes.

Slowly, our faces came back together.

I closed my eyes.

Faraħ Taymūr reminded me so much of her Ammī as she knelt before me.

Her hair, her appearance, even the light hint of perfume she was wearing reminded me of Zāhidah Humāyūn.

“Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! Durgesh darling, I love you,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she squeezed me harder, smashing her ever-erect Pakistani Musalmān breasts against my chest.

“I love you too sweetie,” I said as I pulled her in even tighter.

“Oh Durgesh darling, don’t ever leave me like Ammījān did,” she said as she continued to cry.

“Don’t worry precious,” I said as I could feel her breath on my neck.

Suddenly the close intimate bond I shared with Faraħ Taymūr began to consume me.

The feel of her face against mine and the touch of her hands as they slid over my back caused a stirring in my loins.

I felt our faces begin to move.

I felt Faraħ Taymūr kiss me lightly on the cheek.

I too kissed her back gently as her face moved slightly.

Over and over, we continued to kiss each other’s cheeks.

With each kiss, our lips grew closer and closer.

I felt the corner of Faraħ Taymūr ’s extremely stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth with my lips as I kissed her gently.

Faraħ Taymūr kissed the corner of my mouth back.

The next kiss I gave Faraħ Taymūr changed our lives forever.

Our lips came together as Faraħ Taymūr tilted her head slightly to the side.

The air that came out of our noses hit each other’s faces.

We shared kiss after tender kiss.

With each passing kiss, our passion intensified.

There was a slight pause as our faces backed up enough so only our lips touched.

Our eyes opened as we looked into each other’s souls.

For one awkward Moment, I swore I was looking into Zāhidah Humāyūn’s eyes.

Our heavy breathing continued as our eyes slowly closed and our mouth’s pressed back together.

After one gentle kiss, our mouth’s opened in unison.

Our breathing intensified even more as our tongues came together, meeting half way.

“Ohhhhh…” we both moaned softly as I felt Faraħ Taymūr ‘s fingers begin to slide down my arm.

My Uncut Hindu Lund urged me to go ahead.

Our faces pulled apart slightly as our eyes opened half way.

Our tongues however, continued to dart in and out of each other’s mouths.

Faraħ Taymūr leaned back slightly farther as we continued to stare into each other’s eyes.

Her hands now rested on my thighs as my hands rested on top of hers.

“Faraħ Taymūr,” I addressed her as I looked into Faraħ Taymūr’s lust filled Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān eyes.

A tear trickled out of the corner of Faraħ Taymūr ‘s eye as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine.

Faraħ Taymūr became very aggressive as she reached up and cupped my face.

Her lips and tongue kissed up my cheek to my ear.

I could feel her hot breath as her lips kissed my lips over and over.

I felt her teeth as she began to chew lightly at my lower lip.

Reaching out I caressed Faraħ Taymūr’s back as we both were now out of control.

“Pretend I’m Ammījān,” Faraħ Taymūr whispered into my ear just before she slid her tongue into my ear canal.

What Faraħ Taymūr just whispered into my ear sent chills racing up and down my spine.

My breathing grew heavier as her tongue continued to flicker in my ear.

Faraħ Taymūr pulled back as she still knelt between my parted legs.

There was a glow in her face as she stared at me.

I watched as she glanced down before looking back up into my eyes.

A smile flashed across her face as she looked back down at my lap.

Looking down I realized that my Uncut Hindu Lund was sticking straight out of the fly of my pajamas.

I began to tremble as I saw Faraħ Taymūr sink down even farther as her face grew closer to my trembling Uncut Hindu Lund.

Looking up into my eyes Faraħ Taymūr again smiled as I felt her warm breath against my member.

The sight of Faraħ Taymūr’s glowing face next to my rock solid Uncut Hindu Lund was too much for me to take.

I watched as she lowered her lips to just above the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I wanted her so badly to touch me.

“Shhhhhh… Durgesh darling, tonight I’m Zāhidah Humāyūn,” she whispered as she touched her lips to the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I gasped loudly as I felt her warm Musalmān lips touching my throbbing engorged Uncut Hindu Lund head.

I began to pant as she looked so incredibly beautiful as her tongue slithered past her lips and along the underside of my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Oh Eīshān,” I said as I looked down into Faraħ Taymūr’s eyes.

“Shhhhh… Durgesh darling, it’s OK,” Faraħ Taymūr said as I watched her lips part slightly.

“Faraħ Taymūr let’s…” was all I could say as I looked into lovely Faraħ Taymūr’s eyes as her extremely stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth opened slowly.

“Eīshān,” I moaned as I felt her warm breath on my groin as her lips slipped over the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I threw my head back as I felt every nerve in my body begin to tingle.

I placed my hands on top of Faraħ Taymūr ’s that were still on my thighs.

Looking back down I stared into Faraħ Taymūr ‘s beautiful green eyes as her head began slowly to bob up and down.

My breathing grew even heavier when Faraħ Taymūr slipped one of her hands from my thigh to my balls.

Her soft fingers lightly fondled my nuts as her extremely stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth continued to slide up and down the entire length of my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Oh my darling Faraħ Taymūr,” I moaned softly as I watched her continue to suck my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She slid my Uncut Hindu Lund out of her extremely stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth as she slowly stood up.

The nightshirt she was wearing was still completely covering her.

“Tonight call me Zāhidah Humāyūn,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she lifted one leg over my lap and straddled me.

Faraħ Taymūr was now standing and towering over me as she reached down and slowly began to lift the hem of her nightshirt.

As she pulled her shirt up to her waist, she began slowly to lower herself down onto me.

“Oh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā,” I moaned as I felt my twitching Uncut Hindu rod press against her warm sticky Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

“Oh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā Faraħ Taymūr,” I said as she began to lower herself down onto me.

“Shhhhhh,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she placed her finger on my lips.”Call me Zāhidah Humāyūn,” she said softly as she sank completely down on me.

I reached behind Faraħ Taymūr and pulled her into me, feeling her nightshirt clad breasts pressing into my face.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot was so hot and as tight as it was wrapped around my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I looked into Faraħ Taymūr’s eyes as she leaned closer and placed her lips on mine.

“Make love to me like I’m Ammījān herself, your Live in relationship Partner.” Faraħ Taymūr said as she kissed me softly on the lips again.

Our tongues quickly darted in and out of each other’s mouths as she slowly began to grind her hips.

After our soft kiss, she pulled back and looked into my eyes again.

“Fuck me like you fuck my Ammījān,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she again pressed her warm soft Musalmān lips onto mine.

Faraħ Taymūr began to gyrate her hips a little more as our tongues continued to dance in each other’s mouths.

I began to slide my hands up and down her back as her hands began to explore my neck and side.

“Fuck me hard Durgesh darling, just like you fuck Ammījān,” she said as she now began to slide up and down, fucking me like my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, used to.

I reached behind her and slid my hands under her naked perfect round firm Pakistani Musalmān ass.

Her cheeks were on fire as I cupped her extremely gorgeous firm round perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass and stood up.

Faraħ Taymūr instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist as her arms held on to my neck.

Whole time our mouths never came apart.

Slowly I began to carry Faraħ Taymūr toward the sliding door as her legs remained completely wrapped around my waist.

As I walked, she continued to work her delicate Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot up and down my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I walked through the door and made my way to the bed.

I slowly began to lean her back until I placed her back on the mattress.

She looked as beautiful as she laid there with her legs around me and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot still enveloping my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Fuck me Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr begged as she bit her lower lip.

I slipped my hands under her thighs and lifted them up to my shoulders.

I took her ankles in my hands and then pushed her legs out wide as I continued to hold her legs up.

“Allah. Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God, fuck me like you fuck Ammījān,” Faraħ Taymūr hissed as I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot begin to tighten even more around my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund .

I began to rock my hips back and forth, as I looked down into Faraħ Taymūr’s eyes.

I wanted so badly to see her ever-erect Pakistani Musalmān breasts but she still had her sleep shirt on.

She began to moan as I increased my tempo.

I could feel my balls beginning to slap against her extremely gorgeous firm round perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass as I fucked Faraħ Taymūr harder and faster.

“Allah, Oh God, Yā Allaaaaah! Yeah, fuck me Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr screamed as she reached down and began to rub her clit.

“Did Ammījān ever fuck you this good?” Faraħ Taymūr moaned as her back arched as she bit her lower lip.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, NO,” I shouted as I was now pounding her for all I was worth, “You are fucking me even better than your Ammī.”

“Oh Durgesh darling, I’m cumming,” Faraħ Taymūr panted as her back arched even higher while her head thrashed from side to side.

“Oh Zāhidah Humāyūn, cum for me,” I moaned as I realized that I just called Faraħ Taymūr by my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn’s name.

Suddenly Faraħ Taymūr began to thrash about as she lost all self-control.

My nuts were on the verge of exploding as I watched her toes curl and her eyes roll into the back of her head.

Suddenly her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot became very slick as I could feel her juices running out onto the mattress below.

I knew I couldn’t last much longer myself as I watched Faraħ Taymūr continue to cum.

“Oh Zāhidah Humāyūn, Sālī, here I cum, take it.” I said as I pulled out and quickly pulled on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I watched Faraħ Taymūr open her eyes and watch as suddenly a rope of cum shot out of my Uncut Hindu Lund and landed on her chin and neck.

Spurt after spurt of cum continued to coat Faraħ Taymūr’s sleep shirt.

Faraħ Taymūr began to slide her fingers through my jizz as she looked into my eyes.

“Did Ammījān like it when you came all over her?” she asked as she lifted one cum coated finger up to her lips.

“No,” I said as I shook my head as I watched her lick my Hindu cum off her finger.

“Aww… I guess she missed out on a lot of fun then,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she sat up on her elbows.

I just stood there with my half limp Uncut Hindu Lund resting on Faraħ Taymūr’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot as I stared at her cum covered body.

I watched as she looked over to the side of the bed and then back at me.

A smile crept across her face.

“Did Ammījān like this?” she asked as she slowly pulled her sleep shirt off, completely exposing herself to me.

I just shook my head ‘no’ as I watched Faraħ Taymūr reach out and pull my pajamas down past my ass and then down to the floor.

I stepped out of my pajamas and now stood naked before naked Faraħ Taymūr.

Faraħ Taymūr positioned herself in the middle of the bed as she leaned back on her elbows.

Her legs were parted and her knees were bent as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot lips glistened with wetness.

Looking seductively into my eyes Faraħ Taymūr motioned for me to come to her with her finger as she slowly slid her tongue along her lips.

I began to crawl across the mattress until I knelt between Faraħ Taymūr’s parted legs.

She looked so much like her Ammī that it was unreal.

One difference was that she seemed to enjoy the things that Zāhidah Humāyūn hated.

“If you only knew what this does to me,” Faraħ Taymūr whispered as she leaned her head back.

Faraħ Taymūr looked as incredibly hot as she lay sprawled out before me.

“Do it Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she moaned softly.

“Oh Zāhidah Humāyūn,” I moaned.

“Allaaaaaaah, Yā Allaaaaah!” Faraħ Taymūr cried out in a dry husky voice.

“Arrrrgggghhhh,” Faraħ Taymūr screamed out as she thrust her ever-erect Pakistani Musalmān breasts up even higher as her back arched.

Looking down I could see her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot begin to leak as there was now a wet spot on the comforter beneath her awfully elegant firm round perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass.

Her breathing was rampant as she still leaned back on her elbows.

Her ever-erect Pakistani Musalmān breasts began to heave up and down as her breathing became heavier.

“Allaaaaah, Oh dear God, Yā Allaaaaah! Durgesh darling,” she screamed out as her hips began to buck slightly.

“Do it Durgesh darling, I know you always wanted to do this to Ammījān,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she reached up and pulled on one of her nipples.

Her heavy breathing and her words of encouragement were all that I needed.

“OH FUCK YEAH!” Faraħ Taymūr screamed as the hot Uncut Hindu Lund rubbed onto her clit and ran down the length of her gaping tremendously attractive young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān slit.

I lay flat on the bed between Faraħ Taymūr’s legs.

I slipped my hands under her thighs and around and held on as I lowered my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund to her smoldering Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

Suddenly I realized that nowadays I’m fucking young Musalmān Choots more and more.

Of course, the reasons were different every time.

But the fact was that the Musalmān Beauties of my own age group were almost retiring from their sex lives.

The younger Musalmān Beauties, mostly of twenty-eight, were replacing them in my sex life in larger and larger numbers day by day.

Even Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad are not so active now.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is replacing Kħadījah Muħammad in my active sex life more and more.

Why?

Here again, Zāhidah Humāyūn has left me without even telling me any proper reason.

And her twenty eight year old young Musalmān daughter, Faraħ Taymūr, is replacing Zāhidah Humāyūn very competently.

I kissed her parted Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot softly as I looked up between her ever-erect Pakistani Musalmān breasts and into her eyes.

“Fuck my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr begged as she cupped a breast with one hand and ran her fingers through her Mohawk with the other hand.

I continued to look into her eyes as I sunk my Uncut Hindu Lund into her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān depths.

Her taste on my Uncut Hindu Penis was so different from that of my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn that as I looked into her eyes all I saw was Zāhidah Humāyūn.

“Oh yeah Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr moaned as I began to flutter my Uncut Hindu Lund over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān clit.

I felt her slip her hands under mine, as she squeezed my hands.

I squeezed back as I sunk my Uncut Hindu Lund in even farther, as I inhaled her musky Pakistani Musalmān scent.

The whole time I Penised Faraħ Taymūr ‘s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot our eyes remained glued together.

“Mmmmm yeah, just like Ammījān,” Faraħ Taymūr said as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

Suddenly her hips began to rock back and forth, as I felt her awfully graceful perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot begin to grip at my Uncut Hindu Lund .

Her thighs began to squeeze my head as she gasped for air and thrashed back and forth on the bed.

“Allah, Oh God, Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God, Allaaaaaaaaaah, Oh Goddddddd,” Faraħ Taymūr panted over and over as she began to shake out of control.

I held on to her young Pakistani Musalmān legs as her hips were now bucking against my waist.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot juice was smeared across my Uncut Hindu Lund as I held on for her to finish.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot continued to gush cum as she slowly began to come down.

I crawled up onto my knees as I watched Faraħ Taymūr twitch and shake.

Yes, perhaps my Musalmān Beauties were right.

Now these young ravenous Musalmān Beauties needed my unique hyper sexuality more than the Musalmān Beauties of my own age group.

I could satisfy these young Musalmān Beauties, sexually, more than the Hindus of their own age group could even.

Perhaps they were right.

I should really fuck these young Musalmān Beauties now as many as I could.

I shouldn’t resist them anymore.

A smile flashed across her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face as she pulled her young Pakistani Musalmān legs up and placed her sexy feet on my chest.

Faraħ Taymūr rubbed her feet up and down from my stomach to my chin.

She giggled.

The hazed over look in her eyes told me she wasn’t finished as she laid on her back and raised her young Pakistani Musalmān legs.

Ever so lightly, Faraħ Taymūr blew me a kiss.

“Come fuck me Durgesh darling,” she said as I slowly crawled between her spread open legs.

Along the way, I planted kiss after kiss from her bush to her navel.

Moans of excitement escaped her lips as I kissed my way toward her ever-erect Pakistani Musalmān breasts.

I kissed my way across her ever-erect Pakistani Musalmān breast toward her nipple.

“Allah, Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr moaned loudly as I planted my lips around her nipple and kissed.

I felt Faraħ Taymūr grab my hips and pull me the rest of the way up so my Uncut Hindu Lund was pointing at the entrance of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

We stared deeply into each other’s eyes as she lowered her young Pakistani Musalmān legs around me, resting her heels on my ass.

Not a sound came out of Faraħ Taymūr ’s extremely stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth but I did manage to read her lips as Faraħ Taymūr softly mouthed, “fuck me.”

I felt her heels begin to push down on my ass, causing my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund to part her lips and slip inside her slippery awfully graceful perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

“Mmmmmm, did Ammījān like it like this?” Faraħ Taymūr asked as she pulled me all the way inside her.

I smiled.

Faraħ Taymūr was still jealous of her Ammī, Zāhidah Humāyūn, though Zāhidah Humāyūn had left us for unknown reasons.

I nodded my head yes, as my hips began instinctively to thrust back and forth.

The soft skin on her young Pakistani Musalmān legs felt like velvet around my waist as her thighs slid back and forth.

The feel of her bare feet digging into my hips was a feeling that I had never experienced before.

Our eyes remained glued together as our tongues began to lick at each other’s mouths.

“Oh Durgesh darling you’re so fucking good, why did Ammījān leave you?” Faraħ Taymūr whispered out as she reached around me and caressed my back.

“I’m going to do everything that Ammījān didn’t do,” Zāhidah Humāyūn said softly but passionately and truthfully.

Her hips rocked back and forth to meet mine.

“Moreover,” Faraħ Taymūr smiled triumphantly, “I’m going to do everything for you that even Ammījān wouldn’t do.” she said softly as I noticed a tear trickle out of the corner of her eye.

I kissed my thanks on her extremely beautiful young Pakistani Musalmān lips.

“I’m going to do everything that Ammījān couldn’t do,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she leaned up and slid her tongue into the back of my mouth, “I love you more than even my Ammījān, Zāhidah Humāyūn, did. You were not her first man. My Abbū were her first man. She preferred you on my Abbū only because you are a Hindu and Hindus don’t have any irrational sex taboos.”

“Faraħ Taymūr .”

“Ammījān, Zāhidah Humāyūn, wanted violent and aggressive sex in broad daylight even everywhere. She was so proud of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān female body that she wanted to exhibit it being loved by even you, the ever best Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties. Well, she had to leave my Abbū. But you are the only man in my life. And I’m a One Man Woman.”

I kissed Faraħ Taymūr back with passion.

Our hips rocked back and forth in unison as we gently made love.

The feel of Faraħ Taymūr ‘s legs wrapped around me along with my Uncut Hindu Lund sliding in and out of her soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot felt magnificent.

“Wait Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she placed her hands on my chest and pushed me up.

She scooted back, pulling herself off my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Lay down Durgesh darling,” she said as she crawled to my side and guided me onto my back.

Faraħ Taymūr looked as beautiful as she began to rub me all over as she lifted her young Pakistani Musalmān leg over me and straddled me.

Looking up at her I watched as she slowly began to lower her glistening Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot toward my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Did Ammījān ever ride you?” Faraħ Taymūr asked as she pushed the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.

“Yes,” I said as I watched Faraħ Taymūr close her eyes and throw her head back as she sank down completely on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I could feel her extremely gorgeous firm round perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass on my thighs as Faraħ Taymūr sat down all the way on my lap.

She pulled her head up and leaned forward.

Placing her hands on my chest Faraħ Taymūr slowly began to push herself up and down.

“Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! You fill me up Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she scraped my nipples with her fingernails, “My friends say you fill them the best. Even their Hindu boyfriends of their own age can’t fuck them as wildly and as savagely as you do fuck my extremely beautiful extremely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān even at your sixty two.”

“Thank you, my darling.” I kissed Faraħ Taymūr on her quivering Pakistani Musalmān lips.

I reached around, cupped her extremely gorgeous firm round perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass cheeks, and caressed her magnificent ass as Faraħ Taymūr continued to slide up and down.

Her ever-erect Pakistani Musalmān breasts swung down over my face as she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip.

Her breathing was heavy as a light sheen of sweat broke out across her body.

“Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr moaned as her body began to tremble.

“Allah, Oh God, Durgesh darling,” She moaned again as she threw her head back.

Suddenly she sat still for a Moment.

I watched in amazement as her body tensed up and began to contract.

Every muscle on her body contracted over and over, even her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot as it gripped my Uncut Hindu Lund over and over.

Faraħ Taymūr gasped for air as she held her breath for an extended period of time.

Her fingernails dug into my chest, as she turned red in the face as she exhaled.

Her body quivered and shook.

Faraħ Taymūr suddenly began to ride me wildly as she held on to my chest with both hands.

I continued to hold her soft supple Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass as Faraħ Taymūr bounced up and down.

Loud gasps came from Faraħ Taymūr as her body began to tremble and shake again.

“Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! Durgesh darlinggggggggg,” Faraħ Taymūr cried out as she tensed up all over again.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot squeezed and massaged my Uncut Hindu Lund as her juices began to trickle out of her awfully graceful perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot and across my balls.

“Oh Durgesh darling, I can’t stop cumminggggggg,” Faraħ Taymūr shouted as she again began to slide her velvet like Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot up and down my aching Uncut Hindu Lund .

I couldn’t believe how many times Faraħ Taymūr came.

It was like one long orgasm with only slight pauses between climaxes.

I could feel her cum dripping off my balls as Faraħ Taymūr continued to ride me.

Just then, she pulled herself off me.

She was breathing hard as she crawled onto her knees and turned around.

She looked back over her shoulders and smiled, as I knew what she wanted.

I crawled up behind her, pointing my Uncut Hindu Lund at the entrance of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

“I’m going to do something that Ammījān wouldn’t do,” she said as she lowered her face into the pillow while reaching back and spreading her extremely gorgeous firm round perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass cheeks.

“Go ahead Durgesh darling, you know I want to,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she pulled her extremely gorgeous firm round perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass hole open slightly.

“I know Ammījān would never let you,” she said as I watched her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān sphincter relax.

Faraħ Taymūr began to tremble as her fantasy of me fucking my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, in the ass was about to become a reality.

I reached out, held onto Faraħ Taymūr ’s hips, and slowly moved into position.

I placed the head of my trembling Uncut Hindu Lund against her tight sphincter and pushed lightly.

“Oh Durgesh darling, fuck my ass,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she pressed back against me, causing the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund to push inside her extremely gorgeous firm round perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass hole.

“Arrrggghhhh,” Faraħ Taymūr screamed out as I inched myself even farther inside.

“Do it,” Faraħ Taymūr hissed as she began to pant heavily.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Faraħ Taymūr ,” I said as I swung my arm, slapping her delicate Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass.

“Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! YES,” Faraħ Taymūr screamed as I began to slap her extremely gorgeous firm round perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass repeatedly as I gently rocked my hips back and forth.

I couldn’t believe how tight Faraħ Taymūr ‘s Pakistani Musalmān ass was.

“Harder Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she continued to thrust back at me.

My balls began to slap her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot as I now fucked her extremely gorgeous firm round perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass with some force.

I reached under and cupped her soft breast while I pinched and pulled on her nipple.

“Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God yes,” Faraħ Taymūr moaned.

I slid my hand down and felt her Mohawk as I slipped my fingers closer to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

I touched her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān clit, nearly causing her to scream as she began to grind back at me like a wild Musalmān woman, wild for my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I felt my balls begin to tingle along with my toes.

Every nerve in my body was on fire as I fucked Faraħ Taymūr in her extremely gorgeous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Pakistani Musalmān ass.

I could hear Faraħ Taymūr panting and moaning face down in the pillow as I again slapped her awfully elegant firm round perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass.

“Faraħ Taymūr , I’m gonna cum,” I said softly as I continued to fuck her extremely gorgeous firm round perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass hole like there was no tomorrow.

“Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! I wanna feel it,” Faraħ Taymūr screamed as she tensed up and began to cum.

Just then, I too felt the first contraction in my nuts.

This was the sexiest, most romantic thing I ever experienced.

Simultaneously Faraħ Taymūr and I came.

I felt my cum racing up my Hindu shaft as her Pakistani Musalmān sphincter began to squeeze at my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Oh Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr screamed.

“Oh Faraħ Taymūr ,” I cried out as I held her hips and pumped spasm after spasm of cum deep into her bowels.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaah, Yā Allaaaaah! Oh Goddddddd,” Faraħ Taymūr screamed out again as she began to climax all over again.

“Oh Faraħ Taymūr I love you,” I shouted as the end of my orgasm neared.

“I love you too,” Faraħ Taymūr yelled back in the throes of a mind shattering orgasm.

I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund begin to soften, but hardening again, as I slowly pushed in once more.

I lay down on Faraħ Taymūr completely exhausted and spent.

Faraħ Taymūr turned around pushing herself into my waiting Hindu arms as she pulled the blanket over us.

“I love you Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she kissed me softly on the lips.

“I love you too Faraħ Taymūr ,”: I said as I looked into lovely Faraħ Taymūr ‘s eyes.

A tear trickled out of her eye down across her cheek.

Faraħ Taymūr lowered her head as I pulled her into me tightly.

I closed my eyes and before I knew it, we fell fast asleep.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was still embedded fully into Faraħ Taymūr’s gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass.

Her firm round young perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān buttocks had filled my nude Hindu male lap once more.

Chapter 13

Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh: 11

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Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

Chapter 11

Durgesh Zāhidah Humāyūn

A slut?

As I drove home from work, I couldn’t help but thinking what awaited me.

My tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, wanted to talk to me tonight and I was gravely concerned since she had been feeling somewhat ill now.

I knew she had a doctor’s appointment this morning and I hoped that everything checked out all right.

I’d offered to accompany her to the Doctor’s clinic, but she laughed,

“Hey, I’m not that ill. Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ is your own Live in relationship Partner too. You are her senior partner in her Sex Therapies. How safer you want me to be anymore? I’m a big woman. I’m running a successful group of companies. Can’t I take care of myself even?”

I smiled,

“Sorry darling. I didn’t mean to interfere in your privacy, but—”

“I know. Actually I wanted to see some of my friends in the way.”

“I see.”

“What do you see?”

“Your friends are, perhaps you think, more beautiful than you are. And you are afraid of them that if I see them, they can snatch away me from you.”

“Nonsense.” Zāhidah Humāyūn laughed, “Naughty Hindu.”

“I want to see your friends too.”

“They are also in my age group.”

“So what?”

“You are nowadays interested in young Musalmān Beauties of twenty eight and even in teenagers.”Zāhidah Humāyūn teased me.

“Yes.” I smiled teasing her similarly, “But it’s better to have a change of taste in between.”

“Lāħaul vilā qoovat illā villāħ!”

I laughed.***

As I drove along the entrance ramp to get on the freeway I turned on the stereo in my Mercedes.

There was a great song on the radio so I turned up the volume to the point just before distortion.

I sang to myself along with the song as I sped along.

The wind blowing through my hair as my arm hung out the side window helped ease my mind as I boldly made my way home.

I pulled off the freeway and turned right.

I turned down the stereo, as there were emergency vehicles in front of a vacant house.

Several fire trucks and two ambulances lined the street while three police cruisers were in the front yard.

I drove past believing that whatever was going to happen tonight would pale in comparison to all of those red lights.

As I drove down my street, I saw my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn’s car in the driveway.

I pulled up alongside of her and parked as my mind began to set in.

I walked in through the front door and set my briefcase next to the coffee table as I walked into the kitchen.

I could hear the water running upstairs as I figured Zāhidah Humāyūn was taking a shower.

I walked up the soft carpeted stairs and then down the hallway to our bedroom.

I nudged the door open and stepped inside as I heard the water shut off.

I began to undress, as I wanted to take a shower to help me unwind.

I tossed my dirty work clothes into the hamper and waited for my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, to emerge.

Suddenly the bathroom door opened and Zāhidah Humāyūn walked into our room.

“Oh, you startled me,” my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, smiled as she looked at me, pulling the towel around her even tighter as if she was being modest.

“Are you all right?” I asked as I took a couple of steps toward her.

“Hey, go take a shower first, you naughty Hindu lover.” Zāhidah Humāyūn said as she stepped back from me.

I just smiled at her as she looked so beautiful wrapped in that royal blue towel.

I wanted to make love to her then and there.

But she was right.

I should have showered myself first.

Her hair was wet and pulled back.

Her ever-erect Pakistani Musalmān breasts were bulging and the bottom of the towel barely covered her awfully elegant firm perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān assets.

For a Moment, I became lost in her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān beauty.

“Go, please.” Zāhidah Humāyūn smiled as she tried to cover herself up even more, “And thanks for appreciating this old woman still now.”

“If you are old, so am I too.” I smiled too.

“Youuuu? I don’t think you’d ever age. The more you are ageing the more youth and lust for us Musalmān Beauties is radiating from you, the more you are bubbling with them.”

“Thank you. But perhaps you don’t think it’s similar with you too.”

“I’m flattered.”

“I’m flattered too.”

“No.” Zāhidah Humāyūn smiled, “You are flattering me. I’m not flattering you. What I’m telling you is the God’s truth. The more you are ageing, the more amazingly you are sparkling with never tired youth and ever-incredible lust for us Musalmān Beauties. You are satisfying even the teenagers, yaar, even more successfully than their boyfriends of their own age are. They are cheating their boyfriends for you. Allah Allah! I can’t believe it what I’m seeing with my own very eyes every day and night. It’s a mojajā, yaar, a miracle I’m watching so dazed and stunned myself.”

“Nonsense.”I smiled, “You are teasing and flattering me.”

“Don’t believe me,” Zāhidah Humāyūn sighed, “if you don’t want to. But even the Hindus are envying you.”

I winked at her my thanks once more, turned and walked into the bathroom completely naked.

I adjusted the water temperature and stepped into the tub.

As I showered, I couldn’t help but become aroused.

It has been about two months now since, I have fucked Zāhidah Humāyūn, and I was growing hornier and hornier for her day by day.

The only release that I have had was with Faraħ Taymūr since a month and a half ago.

Since then Faraħ Taymūr and I vowed to fuck each other for the rest of our lives every day whenever we get the opportunity.

Faraħ Taymūr admitted that she loved me ab initio.

I was the only man in her life.

I sighed.

“But, Faraħ Taymūr, my darling, you should never forget I can’t marry you.”

Faraħ Taymūr winked at me.

“It’s the same to be your Live in relationship Partner. Isn’t it?”

I laughed and pulled her on my warm Hindu lap.

I suddenly found myself standing under the pulsating water with a Hindu erection that was harder than steel.

I reached down, wrapped my hand around my hard member, and began to stroke lightly.

I reached down and pumped a handful of Zāhidah Humāyūn’s lotion into my hand before returning my hand to my Uncut Hindu Lund.

As I stood under the running water, I closed my eyes and imagined my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, standing before me wrapped in that royal blue towel.

I imagined walking up to her and pushing her onto her back on the bed.

I quickly rinsed off and shut the water off before stepping out of the tub.

I dried off and dressed quickly as I couldn’t wait to hear what Zāhidah Humāyūn had to tell me.

My sixth sense, however, told me the news wouldn’t be good.

I stepped out into the bedroom only to find myself alone.

I dressed, walked down to the kitchen, and found my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, supervising the making of dinner.

I figured that I wouldn’t pressure her so I decided to let her begin on her own accord.

I set the table for the two of us, as Faraħ Taymūr wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours yet.

The summer job she got caused her to work crazy hours.

Zāhidah Humāyūn and I sat down to eat.

The baggy sweat pants and the over sized tee shirt hid her gorgeous figure.

Not a word was spoken as we ate.

We only exchanged slight glances.

I couldn’t figure out what was bothering her.

I only prayed that it wasn’t something serious.

I got up to get the dessert from the counter.

Faraħ Taymūr brought home an awesome apple pie yesterday and I couldn’t wait to grab a piece.

I cut two pieces and placed them on plates.

I went to the refrigerator and got the can of whipped cream.

I piled the white fluffy cream high on top of my piece before I sank my fork into it.

Seeing that pile of whipped cream reminded me of a special evening that Zāhidah Humāyūn and I shared a few years back.

We finished eating and just sat there silently.

She made the first move, got up, and did the dishes.

I got up, went to the living room, and sat down on the sofa.

She quickly finished the dishes as the anticipation was beginning to kill her.

Zāhidah Humāyūn came into the living room and sat down next to me.

I pulled her on my lap.

“Thank you.”Zāhidah Humāyūn smiled.

Her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān bottom had filled my lap causing my Uncut Hindu Lund to rise between her exquisite excellent Pakistani Musalmān buttocks.

Zāhidah Humāyūn kissed my lips lovingly and gratefully.

“I’m proud of the fact that I can still cause you such a heavy Hindu erection as I’m enjoying now between my ageing buttocks.”

“Nonsense. Don’t spoil our lovemaking yaar. The amazing Pakistani Musalmān Beauty causing me such a heavy erection and lust, is ageing? It’s still bubbling youth and lust for me, both. And shut up. Don’t try to act humbler than necessary.”

“Yes, master.”

“Sālī.”

“You know, how lucky I am?”

“I don’t and I don’t care. Let me enjoy my own luck yaar.”

“You are the best lover a woman can ever dream of.”

“Thank you.”

Zāhidah Humāyūn was now kissing me aggressively, wildly and savagely.

At the same time, she was undressing me too gradually.

I started to undress her too.

As soon as we both were naked, we were kissing each other’s nude body.

Then Zāhidah Humāyūn looked into my eyes,

“Take me to our bed, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Please.”

I took her on my arms to our bed.

Zāhidah Humāyūn was kissing me in the meantime.

I put her on the bed.

She pulled me on the same and forced me to lie on my back.

Then nude Zāhidah Humāyūn mounted on nude me on my stomach facing my throbbing Uncut Hindu Prick.

Her gorgeous back was towards me.

I kissed her on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān buttocks.

Zāhidah Humāyūn thanked me kissing my Hindu cockhead, pumping my Hindu shaft, licking, kissing and swallowing it into her extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān mouth.

I grabbed her exquisite Pakistani Musalmān bottom and pulled her lower body as her ever tight ever alluring Pakistani Musalmān Cunt was on my lips.

I kissed her there.

A long and passionate Hindu kiss.

Zāhidah Humāyūn swallowed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Pakistani Musalmān mouth.

She started to suck me madly, grinding her Pakistani Musalmān Choot on my Hindu lips, simultaneously.

I was kissing her Pakistani Musalmān Cunt , buttocks, thighs, etcetera.

Zāhidah Humāyūn was sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund aggressively, wildly, savagely.

Her lust for me was increasing the more, the more she sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund.

It went on for as if hours.

Then I blasted my Hindu Vīrý into Zāhidah Humāyūn’s glorious Pakistani Musalmān mouth.

Zāhidah Humāyūn hungrily swallowed every drop of it, thanking me again and again.

I pulled her down.

She was happy very much.

I made Zāhidah Humāyūn to lie on her back now.

She put both her legs on my shoulders, pulling me on her, between her wide spread Pakistani Musalmān legs.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was throbbing at her Pakistani Musalmān Cunt.

Zāhidah Humāyūn grabbed mu Uncut Hindu Penis, played with it, and put its head between her ravenous Pakistani Musalmān labial lips.

Then Zāhidah Humāyūn winked at me.

“Wait.” I teased Zāhidah Humāyūn.

“No, push it into me.”

“Let me enjoy it’s there.”

“Let me enjoy it’s buried deepest into me.”

“Sure, we both want it, but let me enjoy it’s there first.”

“I’m dying to have it buried deepest into me.”

“Just a few minutes, yaar, please.”

“You are killing me.”

“Never, it’s all for you ever. I’m making you bubbling with life and bliss.”

“Allah, okay. Have your own way. Allah målūm how can you control yourself so much. Taymūr could never.”

“He pushed inside as soon as he was there?”

“My friends tell me their own husbands also did, and still do the same. Taymūr is not alone.”

“Faraħ Taymūr is Taymūr’s daughter?”

“Hey, what do you mean? You are the only man in my life except Taymūr. And I don’t need anyone now except you.”

I was playing with Zāhidah Humāyūn’s ever gorgeous, ever glorious, nude Pakistani Musalmān buttocks.

“Taymūr is very unlucky. He lost you to me forever.”

“Thank you.”Zāhidah Humāyūn looked at me gravely, “but Taymūr doesn’t think so.”

“What?”

“He thinks he’s grateful to you.”

“Grateful to me? Is he crazy?”

“No, he thinks I’m a slut.”

“What?”

“Taymūr thanks you that you helped him in getting rid of his slut Musalmān wife.”

“Zāhidah Humāyūn.”

Zāhidah Humāyūn’s eyes were suddenly full of tears.

“Am I really a slut, Durgesh?”

“Nonsense.”

“Dr. Taymūr Muħammad Åālam called me a slut.”

“Yes, you told me that.”

“Why did he call me a slut when I was not? How a woman, not even dreamt of ever anyone except her husband, can be a slut?”

“Dr. Taymūr Muħammad Åālam has admitted to me now, Zāhidah Humāyūn, that he said it in one of his intense weak moments.”

“But he never said sorry to me, for it. And he kept on repeating it.”

I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund in Zāhidah Humāyūn’s still amazingly tight Pakistani Musalmān Cunt.

I didn’t know how did they performed this miracle but most of my Musalmān Beauties still had their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts amazingly tight always around my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.

Kħadījah Muħammad had smiled cunningly when I asked her about it.

“Why are you interested in knowing the science behind it?” Kħadījah Muħammad had smiled teasing me, “It’s us women’s secret. You just enjoy it. Why do you want to know how we do it?”

I entered Zāhidah Humāyūn fully.

She was kissing and licking me wildly, madly and even savagely as I was entering her.

She raised her legs and wrapped them around my waist to pull me, more and more into her.

I started fucking Zāhidah Humāyūn slowly in the beginning but increasing my pace as the passion between us increased.

“Dr. Taymūr Muħammad Åālam says once he said it, he just kept on repeating it. He has different sex ethics, Zāhidah Humāyūn.”

“Sex Ethics?” Zāhidah Humāyūn laughed ironically, “The bastard really has some sex ethics? I can’t believe you, Mérī Jān.”

“Zāhidah Humāyūn, you know better. Every person has some Sex Ethics whatsoever it maybe.”

“He is a typical Feudal Pakistani. Even his education could not make him a human being.”

“Nonsense. He is Doctor of Arabic Islamic Literature, yaar.”

“I know. Yet he called me a slut, only because he was not competent to extinguish the fire between my legs. To hide his impotence, he called me a slut.”

“Oh, come on now. He says you were not made for him. You were made for me. It was an unfortunate blunder that you married him.”

“I married him? He was constantly proposing me. I said ‘yes’ ultimately.”

I fucked Zāhidah Humāyūn the rest of the night nonstop in so many different sex positions.

Content with the wild and savage fucking, she loved very much, Zāhidah Humāyūn slept under me ultimately.

She had wrapped her extremely beautiful legs around my waist once again.

She refused to let me take out my Uncut Hindu Penis out.

It was still buried entirely into her Pakistani Musalmān Cunt that was still gripping it ravenously.

After even almost twenty years of our Live in relationship, wasn’t it great that we both were still so crazy for each other?***

I walked quietly down the hall to Faraħ Taymūr ‘s closed door.

I could hear her television on in her room so I knew she was still awake.

I paused for a Moment and asked Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā to give me strength before lightly knocking on her door.

“Come in,” Faraħ Taymūr said.

I turned the brass doorknob and slowly pushed the door open.

I smiled at Faraħ Taymūr.

She looked so much like her Ammī that it gave me mixed emotions.

I walked in and closed the door half way.

Faraħ Taymūr was sitting on her bed with one foot tucked under her while she leaned forward and painted her toenails on her other foot.

“Do you like the color, Durgesh darling?” Faraħ Taymūr asked as she stroked the tiny brush across her well-manicured nails.

“Yeah, it’s pretty, just like you,” I smiled as I tried to remain upbeat.

“Come blow on them to help them dry quicker,” Faraħ Taymūr said.

I dropped to my knees and lowered my face to her foot.

I blew lightly on her toes as she asked.

When I glanced up to see if I was doing it, right I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Faraħ Taymūr’s robe was parted up to her knee and I could see her completely naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

I was alert, thrilled and excited.

I continued to stare at her slightly swollen Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot as I blew on her wet toenails.

She did not want me actually to blow her toenails.

Faraħ Taymūr wanted to show me her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot actually, offering it to me now again.

It was more than obvious Faraħ Taymūr missed me very much at night when I was fucking her Ammī, MNC Wonder of Pakistan, Zāhidah Humāyūn.

I could see every detail, every delicate crease and fold.

Her lips were slightly swollen and parted.

Her bush was still perfectly trimmed as it was that one special day a month and a half ago.

As I glanced up to look into her eyes, I couldn’t believe what I saw.

Her robe was flipped open to one side allowing me to see her soft breast as it hung down before me.

I blew on Faraħ Taymūr’s toes one last time before standing up.

I sat on the bed next to her as she put the tiny brush back into the bottle of polish.

“What’s up Durgesh?” Faraħ Taymūr asked.

I smiled.

I knew what she wanted to know.

Did her Ammī, MNC Wonder of Pakistan, Zāhidah Humāyūn, had any suspicion about Faraħ Taymūr’s relationship with me?

The answer was ‘No’.

But I wanted to tease Faraħ Taymūr.

Didn’t Faraħ Taymūr tease me?

I knew one thing for sure; Faraħ Taymūr knew there was something wrong.

But she didn’t know it was something about Zāhidah Humāyūn’s own past.

She was so haunted by it that even her Live in relationship with me, as long as twenty years of wild, mad and savage sex, Zāhidah Humāyūn died for madly, and always received from me without even a single exception, couldn’t make her forget it.

“What’s wrong Durgesh darling?” Faraħ Taymūr asked as she saw my grave face.

Suddenly Faraħ Taymūr broke down.

Faraħ Taymūr put my face in her hands.

“What is it Durgesh darling?” Faraħ Taymūr asked as she put her arms around me.

I was grave but yet at the same time so very turned on.

I was careful that Faraħ Taymūr wouldn’t see the bulge in my pants or better yet, brush against it and feel it.

“It’s gonna be OK Durgesh darling, what’s wrong?” Faraħ Taymūr asked again as she pulled me into her.

The feel of her soft exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān body clad only in a soft satin robe caused my Hindu male body to react one way while my mind reacted another.

My body was yearning for sex.

Great!

What unique hyper sexuality I had.

I had fucked her Ammī, Zāhidah Humāyūn, not only whole night, but she was still aggressive on me when she awoke.

She fucked me aggressively, being on my top now, whole day again.

I let Zāhidah Humāyūn fuck me as much as she wanted.

She needed sex so wild, mad and savage.

It was the reason why Dr. Taymūr Muħammad Åālam called her slut.

Dr. Taymūr Muħammad Åālam was not capable to provide Zāhidah Humāyūn what I could.

The civilized alternate was simply to accept the cold and hard truth and divorce each other.

They both were very good persons.

They thought they’d make a perfect and successful couple.

The mistake was, they didn’t know their sexual needs were so opposite.

Dr. Taymūr Muħammad Åālam loved least sex.

Zāhidah Humāyūn loved as much as she could get.

It was exactly opposite of what Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and I were.

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD wanted least sex.

I needed it as much as I can get.

Yet, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD was adamant to marry me.

She loved me in her own way.

Faraħ Taymūr leaned her head on my shoulder.

She adjusted her position and before I knew it, she had my head pressed against her ever-erect Pakistani Musalmān breasts.

“Shhhhhh…” Faraħ Taymūr said as she gently rocked me while she rubbed my back.

“Tell me what’s wrong, my darling.” Faraħ Taymūr said softly as she now stroked my hair with her soft fingers.

I sniffled and coughed for a Moment.

I tried to compose myself, as I was so damned aroused.

I took a deep breath as I lifted my head off Faraħ Taymūr’s chest and looked into her eyes.

“I have some bad news, but not what you are afraid of.” I said softly as I noticed that the lava lamp she had on her nightstand was plugged in.

“What is it Durgesh darling?” Faraħ Taymūr asked as she slid her hands on top of mine and squeezed.”You can tell me,” Faraħ Taymūr said as I could see the tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

I took a deep breath.

I cleared my throat and squeezed her warm soft hands as I decided to just come out and tell her.

“Your Ammī still can’t forget how your Abbū, Dr. Taymūr Muħammad Åālam, misbehaved with her twenty years ago,” I said as I fought to control myself very hard.

Faraħ Taymūr had a stunned and confused look on her face.

She just stared into my eyes as I watched tears trickle out of both of her beautiful green eyes.

“No,” she said softly as she squeezed my shaking hands.”No Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she bit her bottom lip and tilted her head to the side.

I nodded my head gravely as she broke into a heavy sob.

“Yes, my darling. I’m sorry to break the news to you.”

I reached out and pulled Faraħ Taymūr into me as she reached out and held onto my shoulders.

“I’m so sorry baby,” I said as I rubbed Faraħ Taymūr’s back through the soft satin robe she was wearing.

Faraħ Taymūr continued to cry as her head remained against my chest.

“So, I still can’t have both my parents simultaneously? Even the Durgesh has failed to bring them together?”

“You have to wait somewhat more, darling. I’ve promised you. I would bring them together.”

“Abbū would live with us?”Faraħ Taymūr looked at me incredulously.

“Sure, have faith in me.”

“You surrendered to a sixty two years old Hindu only because you wanted to bring your parents together, Faraħ Taymūr?”

“Shouldn’t I? What’s wrong in it if I want my Abbū happy too, living with us?”

“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is still trying the same, Faraħ Taymūr. But even she hasn’t succeeded yet.”

“Yet you promise me you would bring my parents together?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Both the cases are not similar.”

“How?”

“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan hates her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, for deserting her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan. You don’t.”

I could feel her tears soaking my shirt as time went by.

Her body heat radiated off her like a furnace as she sobbed and sobbed.

Slowly, Faraħ Taymūr looked up.

She pulled her head back and wiped her tears from her eyes.

“Why Durgesh darling?” she asked she tilted her head and bit her bottom lip, forcing yet another tear to run down her cheek, “Why can’t I have the love of both my parents simultaneously? I don’t know what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wants, neither have I damned care. Why should I? But I know very well what I myself want.”

“The problem is, Faraħ Taymūr that, your parents have exactly opposite sex ethics. They were not made for each other. It was a great mistake they married each other and gave birth to you. “I said as she lowered her head back to my chest.

She began to sob again lightly as she held onto me.

“I’m not talking of their damn sex ethics, Durgesh. I’m talking of their parental love for me.”

“I tried my best to explain it to both of them. None is ready to live with the other.”

“Not for me even? Not for their own daughter even? I’m not asking to live them as husband and wife anymore. That’s their personal matter. I’m asking them to live as my father and mother, my Abbū and Ammī. They are my Abbū and Ammī. Aren’t they? What is more I’m asking for from them?”

I continued to rub her back as I tried to tame the growing rage between my legs.

“Did they categorically refuse?” Faraħ Taymūr asked as she pressed her face firmly into my chest.

“No sweetie,” I said as I rocked her gently in my arms.

Suddenly she slowly raised her head from my chest.

She wiped the tears from her face as she stared deeply into my eyes.

“Yā Allaaaaah! Oh My God Durgesh darling, do you think they found out about what we do on her back?” Faraħ Taymūr asked as a look of fear was now in her eyes.

Shaking my head no, I softly said,

“I don’t think so.”

Faraħ Taymūr slowly rolled off me and curled into the fetal position on her bed.

She continued to cry as I reached over and pulled a couple of tissues out of the tissue box for her.

I placed the soft material in her hands before pulling the comforter over her.

I leaned down and kissed her lightly on top of her head.

Finally, we fell asleep.

Faraħ Taymūr said as I could feel her shaking me lightly.

“Durgesh darling wake up,”

I was in a fog as I tried to wake completely up.

I opened my eyes and saw Faraħ Taymūr kneeling at the side of the sofa.

“Wake up Durgesh darling, you’re gonna be late for work,” she said as she shook me harder.

“I’m up,” I said as I pulled myself up to a sitting position.

Faraħ Taymūr stood up and sat next to me on the sofa still wearing that red satin robe.

As she sat there, her robe parted up past her knee exposing her incredibly sexy legs.

“Are you OK?” she asked as she rubbed my back lightly.

“Yeah,” I said as I remembered that my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, was sleeping in her bedroom alone.

I sighed.

She had to now.

I had to sleep with the Ammī and daughter alternatively, till Faraħ Taymūr doesn’t agree to tell the truth to her Ammī, MNC Wonder of Pakistan, Zāhidah Humāyūn.

It was natural for her that she was ashamed of herself she didn’t tell her Ammī before surrendering to me.

But she couldn’t help it.

She was so anxious to have sex with me; Faraħ Taymūr couldn’t wait to get her Ammī’s approval first.

Moreover, she was already twenty-eight.

Wasn’t she herself a grown up young Musalmān woman now?

“What time is it?” I asked as I tried to make out the time on the tiny digital clock on the DVD player.

“Almost seven thirty,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she crossed her leg, exposing her top leg clear up to mid thigh.

“How about you honey, are you going to be OK today?” I asked as I slowly stood up.

There was a long sigh before Faraħ Taymūr said,

“Yeah Durgesh darling, I’ll be OK, I’m going to stay home from work today. I’m worried about you,” she said as she sat there bouncing her leg up and down while she looked up at me.

The sight of her completely bare leg and foot caused my heart rate to increase as I watched her just sitting there.

Her long slender toes looked magnificent as they were freshly painted last night.

Her long tanned legs looked so much like her Ammī’s that I suddenly began to think about Zāhidah Humāyūn.

“Oh, I’ll be all right,” I said as I turned around and walked toward the stairs.

I began to climb the stairs when Faraħ Taymūr said,

“We can spend a nice quiet evening together tonight again, Durgesh darling.”

I paused and turned, looking down at lovely Faraħ Taymūr as she sat there on the sofa.

I still couldn’t believe how much like her Ammī she looked like.

“That sounds wonderful,” I said as I turned and climbed to the top of the stairs.

I didn’t tell her tonight was her Ammī’s turn.

Well, I’d try to manage both.

I went, showered and dressed before walking out of the house.

I drove to work and entered my Chamber.

Chapter 12

Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh: 7

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Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

Chapter 7

Durgesh Zāhidah Humāyūn

Durgesh Faraħ Taymūr

I shouted to Faraħ Taymūr as it was nearing the time to leave.

“Come on, Faraħ Taymūr, you are going to be late,”

“All right, all right, all right already,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she came running into the kitchen dressed in her red and gray plaid skirt and white blouse.

I kissed my beautiful Live in relationship Partner good-bye as she ran out of the house and into the garage, as she was almost late for work.

I really wasn’t in the mood to go to work today but I figured that I would go because I would be bored at home all by myself.

Besides, it was not good for either my Sex Empire with countless extremely attractive Musalmān Beauties or for my Social Service even, to them, to agree to an appointment and then not keeping it.

“I’m ready Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she walked past me and out the side door.

Faraħ Taymūr never called me ‘daddy’ or ‘papa’.

She was twenty-eight now and understood very well, I was not her Abbū.

Her poor Abbū had lost his tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān wife to me.

Even the fact, that he was being named for the next President of Pakistan, could not help him.

Her Ammī, Zāhidah Humāyūn, was a MNC Wonder of Pakistan, even more powerful than her Abbū, Dr. Taymūr Muħammad Åālam.

Faraħ Taymūr’s shoulder length blond wavy hair sparkled in the early morning sunlight as I followed behind her.

I opened the door to my Mercedes and unlocked the passenger door.

Faraħ Taymūr jumped in and I started my Mercedes.

“Did you study for your finals?” I asked as I pulled out of the driveway and accelerated down the street.

“Oh Durgesh darling, you know I always study,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she crossed her legs.

“Only four more days till PhD,” I said as I noticed the tremendously attractive young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān slit in her skirt.

Faraħ Taymūr was not careful?

Or, she was deliberately trying to attract and seduce me?

I couldn’t decide.

“I don’t even feel like going in today Durgesh,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she began to bounce her foot.

“I know sweetie, I don’t want to go to work today either,” I said as I turned the corner, again noticing the high tremendously attractive young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān slit in her skirt.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, was it deliberate?

Or, accidental only?

I turned the radio on, as I tried to turn my attention from Faraħ Taymūr’s legs to the song on the radio.

“I have an idea Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr said.

“What’s that honey,” I said as I turned the radio down to hear what Faraħ Taymūr had to say.

“I’ll cut class and you cut work. We’ll go, do something wild and crazy today,” Faraħ Taymūr said, smiled and looked into my eyes.

I couldn’t help but notice how much the lovely Faraħ Taymūr had developed.

At twenty-eight, she filled out nicely last year and she was beginning to look like a younger version of her Ammī.

Her perfect smile and her perfectly strait teeth gave her even one advantage over her Ammī.

Her green eyes along with the eyeliner she wore caused even me to drool over her.

Yes, living with so many young Musalmān stepdaughters now in Live in relationship, had brought a great change now even in my practical ethics.

I could now easily think of them as my potential Live in relationship Partners too that I never could earlier.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

Was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan succeeding?

Or the various incestuous ultra modern Western Societies were influencing even my Ethics?

I shuddered.

Quite horrified inside.

Even her breasts were developed quite nicely as she had filled out to a 34C this year.

I knew that because I found one of her bras in the laundry once.

“That’s a nice idea sweetie but I don’t think so,” I smiled and pulled in front of her University.

“Are you sure Durgesh darling?” Faraħ Taymūr said with one last glimmer of hope in her eyes.

I was vigilant.

She had certain mischief in her eyes and voice, both.

“Go to University sweetie. It’s your last chance to remember your University, before you go out into the real world,” I said.

Faraħ Taymūr jumped out of my Mercedes with a slight look of disgruntlement on her face.

She didn’t think I’d reject her idea.

Now, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan would rebuke her.

If Faraħ Taymūr couldn’t do even what she’s told to do, how could Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan help her?

Whatsoever Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is, she is not Allah personified after all.

Neither anyone can be ever.

I watched her walk up to the University door to make sure that she was in safely when I found myself slightly aroused.

I shrugged it off to the lack of sex with my Live in relationship Partner.

She had been sick somewhat for the last week and a half.

She requested for rest from my amazingly still day by increasing wild lovemaking.

I drove to work and parked my Mercedes in the lot behind the building today, instead of in the garage.

I went in and sat down at my desk hoping that I would have something to do today besides being bored.

“Good morning Durgesh,” Taymūr said as he passed my office with a cup of fresh coffee in his hand.

“Good morning Taymūr,” I replied as he disappeared around the corner and out of sight.

The morning was slow and boring.

I finished all of my menial tasks and had nothing left to do.

I seemed to be staring at the clock wishing I was at home and bored when I got up and went down to the cafeteria to see what they had for lunch today.

“Same as they have every day,” I mumbled to myself as I turned around to go back to my Chamber.

Along the way, I stopped at the coffee machine and poured myself a cup of coffee.

I went back to my Chamber and sat down hoping that a few hours had passed.

One look at the clock told me otherwise as it was only eleven thirty.

As I sat there, pondering what I wanted to do this weekend, something Faraħ Taymūr said to me this morning came to my mind.

“I’ll cut University and you can cut work today and we can go do something wild and crazy,” Faraħ Taymūr had said to me right before she went to the University.

A smile came across my face as I had never missed any work in my life, but today that streak was going to end.

I put away my papers and walked into Taymūr’s office.

“Taymūr, I’m not feeling well, I’m going to take the rest of the day off,” I said as I produced a fake cough.

I was looked at with stern disapproval before Taymūr finally uttered, “Oh all right, go on. I’d try to manage, Boss.”

Poor Taymūr!

He still had to work for his wife, under me.

Zāhidah Humāyūn wanted him to humiliate.

She refused to accept his resignation.

I went back to my Chamber and picked up a couple of papers I needed before walking out into the parking lot.

I was surprised by how warm it was as it was the second day of June.

Looking up into the sky, I noticed that there wasn’t a cloud in sight and that it was going to be a beautiful day.

I unlocked my Mercedes and climbed in behind the wheel.

I started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot.

I drove down the road somehow managing to catch every red light.

I turned the stereo on and listened to some country music in order to pass the time.

Along the way, I couldn’t help but wonder what I would be doing when I got home.

I knew there were a lot of things I needed to do but didn’t want to do.

I finally turned down my street.

I pulled up in front of my house and walked across the front yard to the porch.

I opened the mailbox, pulled the mail out, and leafed through the pile of envelopes in search of bills.

I unlocked the house and walked in.

I set the mail down on the coffee table in the living room and proceeded into the kitchen.

I turned the faucet on, filled a glass up with water, and downed it quickly.

“Ahhhhhhh,” I said as I set the glass down on the counter before turning around and slowly walking toward the stairs leading up to the bedrooms.

As I slowly began to ascend the stairs, I pulled at my tie around my neck.

I pulled the one end through the knot and left it hanging around my neck.

As I reached the top of the stairs, something startled me.

Someone just walked into my bedroom and it looked like my Live in relationship Partner.

I heard the bedroom door close so I quickly and quietly tip toed up to my own bedroom.

I had such countless bedrooms almost everywhere on the globe now.

My extremely beautiful countless Live in relationship Partners waited there eagerly for me.

From the sight of my Live in relationship Partner, I knew she must have been feeling better as she was wearing her seven-inch platform heels, the ones those are clear and completely open.

I listened through the door and I heard the sliding door that led from my bedroom to the balcony open.

“Hmm,” I uttered quietly as I guessed that my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, was going out to suntan.

I figured that I would surprise her, sneak up on her, and seduce her since we haven’t done it in nearly two weeks.

I was horny for Zāhidah Humāyūn, as hell and I needed to do something about it.

The curtain covering the sliding glass door was still closed but the slight breeze outside caused it to flutter.

I quickly walked over to the sliding door, kicking my shoes off in the process.

My heart was racing a mile a minute as I reached out and pulled the edge of the curtain back.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā,” I said to myself softly as I saw my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, standing on the balcony in her heels and only a blouse covering her backside.

I quickly unbuckled my pants and unbuttoned them before pulling my zipper down.

I let my pants fall to the ground as I kicked them off to the side.

The Hindu erection I had in my underwear was throbbing as I pulled my shirt off over my head.

I tossed my shirt onto the bed and quickly dropped my underwear, causing my Uncut Hindu Lund to spring up and stand at full attention.

I was shaking and breathing heavy as I reached out and pulled the edge of the curtain back.

I saw my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, open her blouse and let it fall behind her and off of her arms until it fell to the ground.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā,” I said when I saw my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, was wearing a thong bikini as she stood facing away from me.

The dark blue material came out of the top of her extremely gorgeous firm round perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass.

It was tied at the sides and only two little loops hung down where they were tied.

I watched my enormously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, kick her heels off and drop to her knees as she laid face first on the towel on the ground.

I began to stroke my throbbing Hindu member as I peered up between my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn’s lovely legs.

She lay with her legs parted slightly affording me an excellent view of her bikini covered Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mound.

Her extremely gorgeous firm round perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass looked a little smaller as I figured she lost some weight from being sick recently.

I began to stroke my Uncut Hindu Lund a little faster when I watched my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, reach up, untie her bikini top, and pull the straps off to the sides.

She leaned up a bit and pulled the material out from under her, giving me an incredible view of the sides of her lovely breasts.

I was surprised that my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, was being so risqué outside.

I couldn’t ever remember her having such a nice golden tan before.

I figured that maybe she was trying to surprise me by getting a tan, which was something she absolutely hated to do.

While I continued lightly to stroke my member while peering out the window I nearly choked when I watched my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, reach down by her hips and untie her thong.

Was she teasing me, consciously?

I felt pre cum begin to drip out of my Uncut Hindu Lund as I watched my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, pull the thin blue strap down out of her awfully elegant firm round perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass.

I couldn’t believe my immensely spectacular Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, was doing something so uninhibited, but I loved it.

Reaching behind her, my vastly dazzling Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, flipped the back strap of her thong down between her legs and left the rest of it lying under her.

One gaze between my terrifically striking Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn’s legs nearly caused me to cum when I saw how wet and aroused she was.

I continued to stroke my Uncut Hindu member as I peered out at my unwary Live in relationship Partner.

Her body looked so soft and supple yet tight and young.

I wanted to cum so badly but I knew that if I went out onto the balcony my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, would become embarrassed and throw the towel around her.

I continued to stare at every part of my massively dazzling Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, from her toes to her hair.

She looked too inviting lying there naked on the floor of the balcony.

I was still amazed by my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn’s brazen behavior as she never before had been nude outdoors.

At least that I could remember off hand now.

I quickly let go of the curtain, went to the side of our bed, and lit the candles on both sides.

I ran down to the kitchen with my Uncut Hindu Lund bouncing back and forth with each step and filled up a small plastic container with ice cubes.

I grabbed a bottle of champagne, Zāhidah Humāyūn loved so much; and marched back up to my room.

I set the container of ice down and as quietly as possible opened the bottle of champagne.

I had a wine glass in our room so I poured it full.

I set the bottle down on the nightstand and quietly went back to the window.

I pulled the curtain back just enough to peer out and I was startled when I saw my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, sitting up and facing away from me while she tied her bikini bottom.

Next, she stepped into her sexy heels and bent down to pick up her top.

I nearly blew my load when she bent over and showed me her dripping wet awfully graceful perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot!

I knew my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, was about to walk through the door.

I couldn’t figure out what had gotten into her today.

I took a couple of steps back and turned around so I was facing away from my lovely Live in relationship Partner when she came through the door.

My breathing became rampant when I heard the clicking sound of her heels.

I held my hands down at my sides as I knew my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, was walking through the sliding door as I heard the curtain rustle.

I waited for her to gasp, as I was standing completely naked.

I could hear her walking across the carpeting toward me.

My heart was racing, as I knew she was standing right behind me.

“Ohhhhhh,” I moaned as I felt her soft fingers touch my naked back.

I began to tremble at the thought of this afternoon affair with my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn.

Slowly my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, slid her fingernails up my spine and then down my sides before sliding around to my stomach.

I felt her lean into me as her naked breasts pressed into my back.

Her nipples pressed into my Hindu flesh as she slowly slid her hands up my stomach and then over my chest.

“Oh baby,” I moaned as her fingers paused at my nipples, lightly squeezing them, and then scraping them with her nails.

I was surprised that my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, had long enough nails as I gazed down at her long slender fingers.

‘Eīshān, my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, got her nails done,’ I thought to myself as I watched her continue to scrape my nipples with the tips of her nails.

Again, I gasped when my greatly astonishing Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, slid one hand up my neck and the other down my stomach.

My very startling Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn’s soft fingers slid across my cheeks before she slid one finger in past my parted lips.

I clamped my lips around my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn’s finger and began to suck on it just as she wrapped her soft fingers around my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Oh that’s it Durgesh darling, suck my finger.”

Immediately I stopped sucking on the finger that was in my mouth.

My eyes shot wide open.

I jumped completely around.

“Faraħ Taymūr,” I shouted!

She smiled teasingly at me, not as my stepdaughter, my intensely, exclusively loving me beloved, instead.

“What are you doing?” I yelled as I reached for my shirt to cover up my throbbing Hindu erection.

“Shhhhhh,” she said as she took another step toward me.

“Stop it,” I yelled as I realized that the shirt I was covering myself with, wasn’t even covering my member.

“Shhhhh…Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she continued to walk toward me.

The look of immense Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān female lust in Faraħ Taymūr’s eyes was evident as her eyes were half closed.

Her breasts looked wonderful as they jiggled slightly as she walked up to me again.

“Faraħ Taymūr, stop it and go to your room,” I ordered sternly, as for some reason I still stood before her with a raging Hindu erection.

“It’s OK Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr cooed as she leaned in and kissed me ever so softly on my lips.

I tried to resist as I held my mouth motionless while Faraħ Taymūr began to kiss my Hindu lips.

The feel of her soft sexy Pakistani Musalmān mouth gently kissing and biting at my Hindu lips felt incredible.

I felt Faraħ Taymūr lean in, even closer, as her Pakistani Musalmān nipples grazed my Hindu chest.

I still tried to resist but when Faraħ Taymūr wrapped her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān fingers around my Uncut Hindu Lund, I lost nearly all my self-control.

Moreover, why the hell I needed it?

To regret her offer?

Why?

Faraħ Taymūr was not a child anymore.

She was a perfectly legal adult person now for past ten years.

If she wanted me, why the hell shouldn’t I oblige her?

Only because her Ammījān had offered me herself before she did?

Nonsense!

Yet, I tried to make her realize what she was doing.

“Faraħ Taymūr, this is wrong,” I said curtly as Faraħ Taymūr leaned into me, smashing her young ripe Pakistani Musalmān breasts into my Hindu chest.

“It’s all right Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she looked deeply into my eyes before returning her mouth to my Hindu lips.

Ever so lovingly, I felt Faraħ Taymūr begin to stroke my Uncut Hindu Lund as she slipped her tongue past my lips and into my mouth.

Suddenly I found myself moaning into Faraħ Taymūr’s mouth as I kissed passionately back at her.

As we continued to kiss, I felt Faraħ Taymūr slowly begin to drop to her knees.

Her luscious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān lips slipped from my mouth down to my neck.

I couldn’t believe Faraħ Taymūr was this wild as I felt her slide her tongue down my neck and across my chest.

Looking down I was amazed at how Faraħ Taymūr placed her lips over my nipple and began to suck.

When she bit my nipple, I couldn’t help but to moan.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Faraħ Taymūr,” I moaned as she began to kiss and lick her way down my stomach.

I felt her head slide lower and suddenly I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund hit her chin.

“Oh Faraħ Taymūr stop,” I ordered sternly as I tried to step back but couldn’t because I was against the side of the bed.

I stared down into her extremely beautiful eyes as she looked back up at me with my Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand.

“Faraħ Taymūr, stop before we do something you’d regret,” I mumbled as I watched her hold my Uncut Hindu Lund while she slid her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth up and down the Hindu length of my member.

“I’d never regret it.” Faraħ Taymūr hissed, smiling wickedly, “I’m regretting my past ten years of legal adulthood why the hell I didn’t enjoy the supreme bliss already around me to bless me. What a damnfool I was.”

Faraħ Taymūr looked up into my eyes as she slowly began to lick up and down the entire length of my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Our eye contact never broke as she slid her tongue up to the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund before opening her mouth and accepting my Hindu member.

“Eīshān,” I cried out as I instinctively reached down and held her head.

Her golden blonde hair was as soft as I looked over to the vanity and watched her in the mirror as her head began to slide up and down.

I have never been so turned on in my life as I was right now, or so I felt.

I knew I was dripping pre cum into Faraħ Taymūr’s extremely stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth while she continued to suck on my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.

I felt my Hindu balls beginning to tingle as my heart rate was through the roof.

I could feel this impending orgasm welling up from deep inside.

Looking down I watched as Faraħ Taymūr reached behind me and cupped my ass as she continued to suck on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Oh Faraħ Taymūr, you’re gonna make Durgesh darling cum,” I said as I started to tremble.

Faraħ Taymūr continued to look up into my eyes while she gave me the one of most incredible blowjobs of my life.

Looking into her lust filled eyes sent me over the edge as I felt my nuts begin to spasm.

“Oh Faraħ Taymūr, here it comes” I moaned as I began to grunt and thrust my hips.

I held Faraħ Taymūr’s head as I began to fuck Faraħ Taymūr’s extremely stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth with all my might.

The sight of my Uncut Hindu Lund sliding in and out of Faraħ Taymūr’s extremely stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth was surreal.

When I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund slide down Faraħ Taymūr’s throat until her face touched my groin, I began to cum.

I felt my Hindu cum race up my shaft and shoot out into her extremely stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth.

I don’t know if she ever gave head before but I knew one thing.

Faraħ Taymūr swallowed!

“Ughhhhh,” I grunted over and over as I felt Faraħ Taymūr’s extremely stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth became slipperier and slipperier from my Hindu cum.

The look in her eyes told me she never had done this before.

She continued to suck on my Uncut Hindu Lund as she smiled at me after I finished cumming.

Slowly Faraħ Taymūr stood up.

She reached for the wine glass and picked it up, handing me the one filled with juice.

Before I could take a drink, she clanked our glasses together and wrapped her arm around mine.

We both looked deeply into each other’s eyes as we drank our champagne and juice until the glasses were empty.

Faraħ Taymūr took the glasses and set them down on the nightstand.

She turned me around and then she sat on the edge of the bed.

Reaching out she took my hands and guided me down to my knees between her spread open legs.

Looking up at Faraħ Taymūr I knew there was no stopping this.

I dropped to my knees and took her ankle in my hand.

I lifted her leg and slipped the sexy platform off her foot.

Those shoes make her look so incredibly hot.

I began to kiss her thigh’s using my lips and tongue to suck practically on her soft golden skin.

As I continued to kiss her thighs, I inched closer to her thong covered awfully graceful perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

“Mmmmmm, Durgesh darling, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! ” Faraħ Taymūr moaned softly as I slid my tongue closer to her thong covered labia.

I could see the dark wet spot between her thighs as she spread her legs apart a little farther.

I figured it was now or never.

I placed my lips on the wet spot of her panties.

“Oh Durgesh,” Faraħ Taymūr moaned as I could feel her swollen Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot on my lips through her wet sticky thong.

Just then, Faraħ Taymūr pushed herself up, reached down, and grabbed a hold of my wrists.

Slowly, Faraħ Taymūr pulled me up until her breasts were right in front of my face.

I could feel Faraħ Taymūr breathing on my face as she continued to guide my hands up to her golden globes.

My hands began to tremor as my fingers were about to touch Faraħ Taymūr’s soft breasts.

“It’s OK Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr whispered to me as she looked down into my eyes.

“But sweetie we shouldn’t,” I said as she drew my hands near enough to feel her body warmth.

“Nonsense. Go ahead Durgesh darling touch them,” Faraħ Taymūr moaned as she placed her breasts in the palms of my hands.

“Allah, Yā Allaaaaah!”

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!”

We both moaned simultaneously as she slid her hands on top of mine and squeezed, causing my hands to grip Faraħ Taymūr’s breasts.

Faraħ Taymūr raised her hands to my face and cupped my cheeks as she slowly began to guide my face to her beautiful tits.

Using my thumb, I began to press on her nipples and work circles around her areolas causing her to cry out in passion.

“Oh yes Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr cried out as she pulled my face into her bosom.

Suddenly I found my face in Faraħ Taymūr’s cleavage as she used her arms to press her breasts together.

I still had my hands on Faraħ Taymūr’s breasts, cupping them as I began gently to kiss her mounds.

The soft flesh of Faraħ Taymūr’s breasts and the feel of her body heat felt as inviting as I kissed my way closer to her nipple.

“Oh squeeze my nipples Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr panted as I slid my palm over her areola and across her nipple.

Faraħ Taymūr let out a squeal as I placed my palm over her taught bud and squeezed.

Her nipple stiffened even more against my fingers as I rapidly flicked my finger and thumb over her sensitive bud.

I squeezed lightly on Faraħ Taymūr’s nipple causing her to scream as she wrapped her legs around me tightly.

“Oh Durgesh darling, don’t stop,” Faraħ Taymūr moaned as she finally removed her hands from my face.

I removed my palm from her nipple and pushed both of her soft young breasts together until both of her nipples were touching.

“Please Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr begged, as I looked into her lust crazed eyes.

“Please squeeze them both,” she moaned as she leaned her head back in ecstasy.

Her nipples looked incredible as they were touching themselves.

I lowered my palm to Faraħ Taymūr’s young breasts, squeezing both nipples at once.

“Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! “Faraħ Taymūr moaned as I squeezed both of her nipples at the same time.

I felt her place her hands on my face.

Ever so slowly, Faraħ Taymūr began to push my head from her breasts down toward her stomach.

I felt her stomach begin to quiver as I kissed and nibbled my way toward her navel.

I paused there for a moment and kissed around her navel until I was again nudged lower by her hands.

Suddenly I began to tremble as my lips touched the top edge of her thong.

“Oh Faraħ Taymūr, we can still stop,” I said softly as I kissed her bush through her thong.

Looking up into my eyes, Faraħ Taymūr smiled and said,

“Who the hell wants to stop Durgesh darling? Go ahead and fuck me.”

Again, I felt Faraħ Taymūr place her hands around my wrists as she placed my hands on her hips where her thong was tied together.

I slowly wrapped the ties of her thong around my finger and pulled, causing her thong to become untied.

Using my fingers, I untied the top of the material and pulled the material down exposing her neatly trimmed bush.

At the bottom of Faraħ Taymūr’s bush was the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān treasure I was waiting for.

Her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot was swollen and wet.

Her lips were puffed outward and parted as they glistened in the light.

I could smell Faraħ Taymūr’s scent that caused me to drip pre cum onto the carpeting below.

Again, Faraħ Taymūr placed her hands on my face.

Our eyes met and neither one of us could stop now, even if we wanted to.

Slowly Faraħ Taymūr began to guide my Uncut Hindu Lund closer and closer to her awfully graceful perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

“Oh Durgesh darling go ahead, fuck me.” Faraħ Taymūr panted as she looked into my eyes as she placed my Uncut Hindu Lund on her wet sticky Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

Faraħ Taymūr began to moan as she fell onto her back as I began to snake my Uncut Hindu Lund into her slippery awfully graceful perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

“Yā Allaaaaah! Oh my God Durgesh darlinggggg,” Faraħ Taymūr moaned as she spread her legs even wider allowing me even easier access to her swollen wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot .

“Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God, fuck me Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr began to moan over and over as she began to squirm on the mattress.

I reached up and placed my hands on her hips to try to steady her as she squirmed on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I could taste her juices on my Uncut Hindu Penis as her awfully graceful perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot was wetter than my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn’s ever got.

I began lightly to rub my Uncut Hindu Lund around her clit eliciting even deeper moans that were more carnal.

“Mmmmmm I’m gonna cum on your Uncut Hindu Lund Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr moaned as she continued to thrash about on my bed.

Suddenly I felt Faraħ Taymūr tense up as her legs wrapped around my waist like a vice.

She began to shake and tremble as she exploded into an orgasm on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Yā Allaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah,” Faraħ Taymūr cried out as I felt her awfully graceful perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot begin to flood my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her panting, thrashing, and screaming nearly caused me to cum as I penised between her soft legs.

Again, Faraħ Taymūr reached down and pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund into her, smashing my groin into her sopping wet awfully graceful perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

Finally, after several minutes Faraħ Taymūr slowed down.

She released her grip around my waist as she spread her legs wider.

Our eyes became locked together as we both had a lust crazed look in our eyes.

“Make love to me Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr mouthed to me as she still lay on her back with her legs still dangling over my shoulders.

Slowly and with our eyes still glued to each other’s I risen to my feet with Faraħ Taymūr’s calves resting on my shoulders.

I pulled her back a bit until her extremely gorgeous firm round perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass was at the edge of the bed.

Looking down into Faraħ Taymūr’s eyes I slowly leaned forward until my Uncut Hindu Lund was twitching just outside the entrance of her awfully graceful perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

“Fuck me Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr said softly as she reached up and squeezed her breasts with me towering over her.

Ever so slowly, I pressed my Uncut Hindu Lund against Faraħ Taymūr’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot lips until I felt her awfully graceful perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot begin to part open.

“Oh Durgesh darling you’re so big,” Faraħ Taymūr hissed as she slid her legs down my arms, wrapping them around my waist.

Looking over in the mirror, I was breathless as I saw the image of Faraħ Taymūr’s legs wrapped around my waist while I gently made love to her.

“Look at me Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she reached up and turned my face toward hers as I continued to thrust my swollen Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her tight wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān hole.

“Fuck me,” Faraħ Taymūr said.

I smiled at her.

“Fuck me Durgesh darling, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! “Faraħ Taymūr said softly.

I suddenly stopped fucking Faraħ Taymūr but remained buried deep inside her.

I looked down into Faraħ Taymūr’s eyes.

“Oh Durgesh darling, do it please,” she cried out as I felt her tight awfully graceful perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot continuing to grip at my Uncut Hindu Lund as I remained buried deep inside.

“Yā Allaaaaah! Durgesh,” Faraħ Taymūr screamed out as her nipple sprung way out, farther than when I squeezed on them.

I glanced over to my side and reached for the tub of ice cubes.

I took an ice cube between my fingers and while she continued to fuck me, I placed the ice cube directly on her swollen bud.

“Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! Oh my fucking Godddddd,” Faraħ Taymūr screamed as her hips began to thrust up and down, fucking me while I stood over her.

Reaching up, Faraħ Taymūr pulled herself all the way up and kissed me with passion like the one I haven’t seen since I was her age.

With her hand gripping my neck, her hips continued to thrust against my impaling Uncut Hindu Lund.

She kissed me again before looking directly into my eyes.

“Fuck me like you fuck Ammījān,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she let go of my neck and fell onto her back in front of me.

I leaned down and placed my hands next to her head as I braced myself.

“Fuck me Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr hissed as she was already doing a pretty good job of fucking me.

I continued looking into Faraħ Taymūr’s eyes as I began to rock my hips back and forth.

The feeling of her shoes digging into my lower back heightened the sensations I was experiencing as I was nearing another orgasm.

“Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh,” Faraħ Taymūr moaned over and over as she began to bounce up and down beneath me.

“Oh Durgesh darling, Faraħ Taymūr is gonna cum,” Faraħ Taymūr screamed as I felt her begin to buck against my Uncut Hindu Lund even harder.

I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot clamping down around my Uncut Hindu Lund as Faraħ Taymūr began to quiver and shake.

She thrashed her head from side to side, as she bit her lower lip, the whole time her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! Oh my God I’m gonna cum again Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr moaned as she squeezed her long legs around my waist even tighter.

I could feel her juices flooding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot as my Uncut Hindu Lund slid in and out easily.

I increased my tempo even faster causing one long continuous moan to escape her lips.

“Durgesh darlingggggggggggggggg,” Faraħ Taymūr moaned as her young body thrashed out of control.

Looking down at Faraħ Taymūr, her eyes were nearly closed as she continued to tremble and shake.

I could feel her begin to slow down as she released her legs around my waist and pushed me back.

Faraħ Taymūr jumped up and got on all fours with her knees at the edge of the bed.

Her shoes fell to the floor as her feet dangled off the edge of the bed.

Looking back over her shoulders Faraħ Taymūr said,

“Fuck me like you fuck Ammījān.”

I couldn’t believe my ears as Faraħ Taymūr reached behind her and spread her extremely gorgeous firm round perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass apart for me.

I reached down, held on to her soft warm hips, and quickly pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her now gaping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

“Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God, Durgesh darling, I know this is how you like to fuck Ammījān,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she began to thrust back at my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Oh Durgesh darling fuck me with that big Uncut Hindu Lund of yours, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” she said as she held on to the bed and pushed herself back at me even harder.

It went nonstop in various sex positions Faraħ Taymūr changed one after another.

I never knew Faraħ Taymūr was so much ravenous for me.

If I had, perhaps I’d have fucked her long long ago.

Perhaps she dreamed of me as soon as she was legally adult.

It was not our first fuck only.

Perhaps it was Faraħ Taymūr’s dreams of past ten years coming true.

We forgot every sense of time.

It seemed we fucked till infinity in infinite sex positions.

It was until I knew I wasn’t going to last long as my toes began to tingle and my nuts began to ache.

The sound of my hips slapping against the lovely Faraħ Taymūr’s perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass was like the sound of a symphony.

Faraħ Taymūr and I both began to grunt as we watched ourselves in the mirror.

We both knew we were doing the unthinkable, the unimaginable.

As I fucked Faraħ Taymūr from behind I watched her tits in the mirror as they swung back and forth.

“Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! Oh my God I’m gonna cum,” Faraħ Taymūr screamed as she began to gasp and shake.

“Oh Durgesh darling” She moaned out as she gripped the sheets in a clenched fist.

Faraħ Taymūr lowered her head into the mattress as she panted and moaned.

Her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān body shook out of control.

Faraħ Taymūr climaxed over and over.

“Oh Durgesh darling, I’m cumming again,” Faraħ Taymūr cried out as a sheen of sweat coated her magnificent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān body.

I too began to sweat as I continued to pound Faraħ Taymūr’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot from behind.

“Faraħ Taymūr, you’re gonna make Durgesh darling cum,” I shouted as I was beginning to feel my nuts contract.

“I’m protected Durgesh darling, I want to feel you cum inside me, I myself don’t want any son of us for three years at least. Let me enjoy life for the period. And then I’d give you as many Hindu sons as you’d want.” Faraħ Taymūr moaned as she continued to push her extremely gorgeous firm round perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass back at my thrusting Uncut Hindu Lund.

That was all the encouragement I needed as my Hindu balls began to contract.

“Oh Faraħ Taymūr , Sālī, here it comes,” I shouted as the first wave of contractions sent my Hindu cum racing up my shaft and into Faraħ Taymūr ‘s wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot .

“Oh Durgesh darling, that’s so good” Faraħ Taymūr said as she now held herself still allowing me to finish cumming inside her.

I began to grunt over and over, as every nerve in my body was electrified.

My balls pumped my entire Hindu cream deepest into Faraħ Taymūr’s tight awfully graceful perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot as she continued to watch us in the mirror.

“Mmmmmm Durgesh darling that was wonderful,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she slowly pulled off my rapidly deflating Uncut Hindu Lund.

Faraħ Taymūr looked at me and giggled causing me to relax a bit and giggle as well.

Suddenly there was a noise and we both looked at each other.

Faraħ Taymūr and I both looked at the clock and then back at each other.

“Ammījān’s home,” Faraħ Taymūr smiled and winked at me with my Uncut Hindu Lund still embedded deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Pakistani Musalmān Choot.’ She dismounted confidently from the bed!

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I said, winking at Faraħ Taymūr myself.

Faraħ Taymūr marched up and picked up her bikini and shoes, running to my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn’s closet to place the sexy heels where she got them.

She took a couple of steps toward the door before running back to the bed to grab the bottle of champagne.

I quickly grabbed the glasses and when I turned around, I stood face to face with my naked Faraħ Taymūr.

Faraħ Taymūr and I shared one quick kiss as if we were saying thank you to each other before she ran down the hall to her room.

I quickly picked up the glasses and marched into the bathroom to take a shower.

Just as the bathroom door closed behind me, the bedroom door opened and my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, was home.

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