You had read how I fucked Noori Khala before my cousin Sarah After that I was married to Sarah Apaa, a Nikah-e-Halala, bride but a virgin, and how I spanked her in Kashmir on our wedding night. That night I, fucked Sarah Apaa or Sarah Begum, whatever you say for 4 consecutive times, when I was fucking for the last time, it was time for Fajar. (Morning Prayer).
Mamu knocked the door and gave us a call this is time for prayers. I started banging her loudly so that even Mamu could hear the sound of fucking and understand that we are awake and making out. So he quietly went away.
Now further:
Then we went to bathroom to freshen up. I saw in the mirror teeth marks were there on my chest and on her entire body. I asked Sarah if she still wanted to get divorce from me and remarry Imran. She in return asked me - do you want? Should I go to Imran?
I said no! No way Sarah. I am not going to let you go anywhere. Maulvi Saheb ( Priest) was called in the morning. He told the system. According to which I can clear the way for Sarah to re-marry Imran by giving her three divorces. I said - call Imran. I will talk to him. Only then I will decide about divorce.
Imran came and his younger sister also came along. She was about eighteen years old. She was very beautiful, curvy and in excellent shape. She had big boobs and very cool ass. Her name was Dilia. When I questioned Imran started pleading, admitting his mistake. When we were alone I asked him about her sexual problem, he told that now he is ready to undergo treatment. I said - you have to get treatment. Only after you get well, I will divorce Sarah and let her marry you. He was ready.
Then I said - according to Sharia, you will also get punishment for divorcing Sara. I am your elder brother and will not spare you.
He said - whatever punishment is imposed, I will accept! I said - but if by then Sarah has my child, then I will not divorce. He then started pleading. He then pleaded that he will accept Sarah Child with me as his child and will take very good care of Sarah and her child,, I was enjoying Imran pleading for Sarah.
I said she has told you have also mistreated her several times and have even beaten her. So you are to be punished very severely. How dare you mistreat such a sweat girl? By that time I again saw Dilia she was talking with Sarah.
Dilia pointed on some love bite marks on Sarah face and neck. Sarah blushed and what I could make out was telling the story of our wedding night to her.
