Meg just couldn't resist the temptation of tasting her spunk coated fingers as she inserted them one by one into her mouth and sucked them clean. She... had licked pussy juice off her fingers before, but that had always been her own sweet juices and she was surprised how different yet sweet her friend Susie juices tasted then she remembered that not only did she have Susie's hot sweet cunt juices on her fingers but they were also coated in her fathers hot white sticky cum which he had just shot. They would make the admittedly compelling argument of Kiss in order to make their point. Musically, Kiss was beyond simple, edging into the territory of hopelessly mundane. All of their songs used the same basic guitar riffs and employed the same style of bland, formulistic lyrics. If not for the make-up and the blood spitting and the outfits, Kiss wouldn't have sold a thousand albums nationwide. Jake knew this was true, of course. Any real lover of music looked at bands like Kiss with. Me abhi bhi uske piche hi tha.Usha- thank you rohit, thank you so much. Parr……Me- Par kay aunty.Usha- Actually me sote time sirf gown phenti hu, andar kuch nahi pehenti (ye usne dheerese kaha aur smile ke sath).Ye sunte hi usne mere control choda , aur mene unse piche se pakad liya aur unke kan me khaMe- ha aunty abhi aap ki madat karta hu.Ye kheti hi mene uski gown ko thoda uthay aur apan hat uske andar dal diya.Aur unki peeth tak leke gaya, aur unka bra ka hook khol diya unki puri peeth pat. As he did, he saw her turn rigid and cry out, as an orgasm broke over her and she screamed, "Uuuuuuncle! Oh God!" He dropped the belt. They were both panting. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead while tears dripped down her cheeks. The first words came from Joe, "Frankie, my God! Are you alright?" "Yes, Honey, why?" "Your ass... I think I broke it. It's turning purple." She smiled and chuckled a little. She felt a weird combination of burning fire and numbness in her ass. She tried to pick.