Sometimes when I reflect back on all of the wine I drink, I feel shame. Then I look into the glass and think of all the workers in the vineyards and a...l of their hopes and dreams.If I didn’t’ drink the wine they might lose their jobs and all of their hopes and dreams would be shattered. Then I think to myself that it is better to drink this wine than shatter all of their hopes and dreams, than worry about my liver. Jack HardyI only drink a little but when I do I turn into someone who drinks a. . unless...," she paused and looked at me pointedly, "you tell me your fantasy." Christ, Kate, I'm not going to tell you that." Oh come on, Dad, please. I want to know. It's ok, I won't be mad, I just want to know... please..." Ok, ok, just a sec." I said resignedly. The truth was, I had fantasized about Kate fairly regularly. It always left me feeling a bit guilty but I rationalized that it was innocent and that any guy who lived with a beautiful young woman would have to be dead not to at. While sucking she was groaning like a wild animal and Mamta was slapping on her arms and shouting, “Ohhh Neelu kya Maal hai Saaali tu, kitne dino se tujhe chodne ki tamanna thhi choos saaali zor se choos ufffffff kaise randi ki tarah choos rahi hai ahhhhh mazaaa aa raha hai choooooooos saaali choos.” Neelu was groaning and sucking her titties hard.Her lips started moving all over the boobies of Mamta and then resting mamta’s nipples on her tongue she started sucking her nipples as if she was. Instead of finding it, it was about to find them."Can't you even read a map?" Misty shouted as he put down the map that showed nothing but woods on it. Brock; figuring this was good time for lunch, whipped out a checkered blanket and silverware from his nap sack."Oh settle down you two." Brock said, as a love for food appeared in Ash's eyes. He quickly dropped to his knees and started in on some watermelon like a pig while Misty started to delicately eat a fruit cup. Brock tore into the.