As an employee of a local radio station that played only rock music, she was allowed—even expected—to be pierced, tattooed, and somewhat goth-ish....She never took it too far though. Tasteful tattoos graced her lower back and right wrist, black polish gleamed on her manicured nails, three hoops ran through each ear to frame her face, a tiny stud in her nose setting off the aristocratic bone structure of her face, and a ring around her lower lip emphasizing her full, pouting mouth. Her make-up,. Dard ho raha hai.. Bahut mota hai…dheeere karooo. Phir main kuch der ruk kaer unko frernch kiss karta raha aur niche se dhakke bhi lagata raha mere dono haath jo khali the ab Munni bhabhi ki badi badi choochiya masal rahe they kuch der bada bhabhi ka dard kam huaa to bhabhi boli ab dekhun tumhare lund me kitna dum hai main josh main aakar pura lund bahar kar ke puri takat se aapna pura 8 inch lund unki choot main peel diya aur bola toh phir dekho mere lund me kitna dum hai main dhakke per dhake. " You know what, Daddy," I said. "I don't fucking believe you anymore." Have I ever told you that you look just like your mama when you get mad," he smiled as he got up from bed.He walked past me lighting a cigarette as he turned toward the liquor cabinet."Why don't you just go fix dinner and we'll talk more about this later , " he said."Daddy," I said, "Kitchen and pussy are both closed . You're not getting anything from either."With that I threw my towel over myself and left Daddy's room. Of. Nothing," I smiled nervously, sweat running down the side of my face."And this "Nothing" that you're thinking about. Does it involve me?"The smile on her lips, as she reached down and cupped her hand against my crotch, assured me that she knew exactly what was going on."So tell me, what were you thinking about? Don't worry. I won't be offended, I promise."I thought for a moment. Wondering if this was the time to be honest, or a gentleman. Fuck a gentleman. That's what I said."Um, I was.