I want to know if you like or don't like the story. If therearen't more comments, there won't be more parts of this story.With that said, on with the ...story (for now).----------------------------When I was able to move again I got up and looked outside just in time tosee the doctor drive away. I pretended not to know why the doctor washere. I told my mother that my head hurt."Your brother hit you, so the doctor came to make sure you were okay,"she said "He was going to stay awhile because we. Bobbing her head and not using her hands, she sucked his snake like a pro she was. "Fuck, look at this chaste Muslim bitch suck; like she is born for that!" the guy exclaimed as he stroke Amrita's hijab.The guy finished in her throat, she pulled the rod out, spat on it and as she jerked him off, she screamed: "MY HUSBAND DOESN'T FUCK ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"The other guys closed in and touching her heavenly body, they slowly shoved her into their minivan and got to work. Amrita was in porn for years. Before I could say a single word, I felt a different feeling engulf my thick hard cock, and as I looked down, I saw one of the best sights ever. Amy was in fact, engulfing my dick with her warm wet mouth, and she never seemed to break eye contact as she pushed herself further and further onto my cock, until she was unable to take any more as it was banging against the back of her throat. I simply grabbed her head, and forced the rest of the way in, pushing my way into her throat all the way. We married eventually, and over the years, I grew my hair to my knees, then till my calves.”“Wow, how lucky he must have been,” was my reaction.Kavita: You like my hair, don’t you? Rahul, I have seen you stare at my hair quite often. Correct me if I am wrong.Me: Ya, sorry. I just cannot ignore that beautiful hair of yours.Kavita: Would you like to touch them?I just couldn’t say anything. I was excited that I was getting this opportunity. I was staring at her with my jaw dropped without uttering.