On the way home Sue and I agreed to talk tonight about the party. We also had to talk about blow jobs. I had heard about them, but just wasn't sure wh...t it meant. We would have to do some serious thinking. After supper I went into my room to do home work, but really to call Sue.That night we both agreed on how much the party meant to us and that we would go. What we couldn't decide on was; what exactly is a blow job. Our best idea was that it meant blowing soft and warm breath into a boys ear.. It was such an exciting moment. I loved this so much. My tongue fluttered through her folds.It was such a delicious snatch. I loved the flavor of her cunt. I worshiped her pussy. I savored that wonderful cream flooding my mouth. I licked and lapped at her with such delight. She groaned, her back arching as the juices gushed out of her cunt and bathed my mouth.“Oh, my Gods, yes, yes, that’s so good!” she howled. “Oh, my god, that’s so wonderful. Yes, yes, yes, just drink my pussy juices.”I drank. I started cumming in my shalwar as I saw Fauzia bhabhi, mypious hijabi bhabhi lick and swallow my brother's cum off her fingers.She kept reaching down and getting more until she had swallowed allthe leaked cum. My brother started pushing her off his cock. Not sureif my brother would stop and get up now, I slowly made my way back up,taking one last look at my hijabi bhabhi's tits, cunt and in the enddisappointed face, her eyes, her lips.I woke up next day with a deep desire to fuck a hijabi. I had to travel 30 km to get to the nearest railway station where I took a train for 8 hours to reach my college so I rarely came home.That day, the train got delayed and it came at 1 am instead of 11 pm. The train gets me to a limited-stop station near my college. So I waited while others just took another train. There was barely a soul on the platform. Just me and a tall guy in his late 30s. Worried I might miss the train, I drank a can of red bull to keep me awake.I was bored and all I had.