The strong alcohol smell was enough to make him stagger backwards. With the hole on the downhill side, toward the mud hut, Eli pushed the barrel over ...lowly until it came to rest on a small, raised side of the platform where the barrels rested.The strong, pungent grain alcohol was glugging from the hole, running across the dry slope toward the door of the mud hut, making another wet trail beside the one from the cooking pot. Suddenly, there was a whoosh from inside the hut and the blanket was. Chalo ab sab chup ho gayhe usne suutaa pia or pir nees paper padne laga pir jab uska news paper khtam ho gaya usne mere se pucha bete tumhara naam kya hai maine kha raz maine sir aapka usne kha ramesh usne pucha kya krte ho kidr ja rhe ho maine kha m job krta hu or bas chuti le kr gumne ja rah hu usne kha akele maine khaa haan bas thodi shaati k liyhe ja raha hu usne kha chalo achi baat hai badiya hi. Pir maine un se pucha aap ki post kya hai usne kha wo crpf m hai but usne apni post nahi bati. From the way her mother talked, a person would think that she was a slut driven by hormones. She knew the truth! Her mother was the one who was a slut. She’d heard her mother begging her father for sex in the kitchen. It had been the most disgusting thing she’d ever heard. That hadn’t been the first time her mother had lost control. There were still the stains from the sweet and sour sauce in the dining room. If anyone had a problem with hormones, it was her mother.She couldn’t blame her father. She never said no, even when he first told her he wanted to fuck her ass. She loved giving herself to him and she lived to make him happy. And when he finally divorced his wife and asked her to move in with him, it was like everything came together for them. She learned that she loved being with women. She loved watching her man fuck them and fill them with his cum so she could bury her face in their cunts and clean them out. She was never jealous because she knew that he wouldn't leave her for.