She finally got out and got dressed and started praying seeking forgiveness as she didn't do it deliberately it just happened and promised to stay awa... from AHMED until their marriage. She finished her prayer and started cooking when everyone returned including him but AHMED was acting as if nothing had happened and didn't pay her any mind which she was very happy about it.That night despite promising her GOD that she won't think bout AHMED or his dick she couldn't stop herself and go back to. I went close to her and hugged her by placing one hand on her waist and the other on her hair. That hair smelled awesome with jasmine flowers. I took off her saree and threw her into the bed. I couldn’t control myself looking at her.Then I entered into her petticoat, lowered her underwear, and started licking her pussy. She started moaning, “Ahhh…. Maaa… yeah… lick my pussy Ahhaaa”. Her body was in pleasure. She couldn’t control herself rising her hip in pleasure.Then she asked for more,. I moved around to his cock, which had softened just enough to allow me to get it all into my mouth. I was learning how to get it into my throat without choking. I was starting to get into this. I started to pay attention to my surroundings. I was on my knees, a black cock in my mouth and realized it didn't taste any different than a white cock. But it did taste very good. His black skin seemed a bit rougher than any other man I had been with. And his wiry hair was very different than what I had. Still, more than one time i would find myself fantasizing on how it would be to make love to her after she fucked some one else. Some how i wanted to see her fuck while i just watched. Some times, during our love making i would conjure these thoughts and come in a matter of seconds. At the beginning i did not say anything to her, but after a few years i brought the subject. It seems that i was not very tactful for she became very hurt and cried her eyes out. She simply though that i did not.