We decoupled and I climbed from between her legs, she slid my trousers and boxers off me as I climbed along side her. Her face said it all, just like ... cat which had got its cream.We lay side by side and I realised my mom was not as drunk as she made out to be, she has had intentions of wanting and letting her son fuck her for some time, she said and this had been the perfect opportunity.I was awoken the next morning with her gently blowing on my face and her hand around my cock, she had a. Not until this town had been resurrected from the walking dead.It was exactly the way I'd pictured it, which is exactly the way the movie had shown it. How could that be, I wondered? Unless, somehow, the reality of one place can leak into the imagination of another? If true, that would explain A Lot!In fact, there was only one obvious difference. In the middle of the block on the main street was a brand spanking new town museum. And in the middle of its front window were three recently polished. We got married and I loved each and every event and moment of our marriage, our family time, the whole event itself, it was memorable and cherishing one. This was my journey; no journey is short and so is mine. Zahid remained a good buddy and now he finally reached his destination USA and pursuing his masters, Faiz is in UK, Arman is still struggling to clear his backlogs, no idea where was Sameer, Neha discontinued her education and was married off to a guy from UAE.My husband was a really. The hijab seemed to me to be shapeless, voluminous and then I realised that that was the exact point. It was designed to be excessively modest, to cover up the female form. It was totally unsexy and yet… I knew that underneath I was dressed in expensive, sexy, Western lingerie and that soon I’d be buying more and more and the very sexiest and most totally feminine that I could afford. Then he explained the other piece of material - the niqab. A few adjustments and it was in place. A veil.