He filled the wheelbarrow again and again.A load of gravel was dumped over the rocks. Then the foreman had a pickup truck back up to the hole with a l...ad of clay. Jeremy stood in the trench and used his shovel to push around the grayish clay until the top was even. By the end of the day, the trench was filled and resodded.Jeremy washed his torso and his shirt from the hose before climbing into the back of the pickup for the drive back to the square. The other two men joked crudely about women. You know how much I love playing with 'em while I'm fucking your cunt."I didn't say anything. I didn't need to. In fact I wasn't expected to. To paraphrase an old saying generally used when referring to children, both managers were wont to say and I quote, 'sluts (that's me and Maya and the rest of the strippers) should be fucked and not heard'. Oh that's not to say that we couldn't make any sound, we just weren't expected to articulate anything that even remotely resembled conversation aside. Maharaj ke masalne ke karan Guddi ki chut se pani nikal chuka tha jo chut ke balon mein fas chuka tha. Guddi ka nanga badan ekdam gora tha. Guddi ki najar sidhe maharaj ke ankhon mein thi aur usse bula rahi thi jaise. Maharaj ne waqt nahi gawaya.Usne Guddi ke boob par hamala bol diya aur uske boob ko masalne laga. Maharaj ke chehre par 19 saal ke boob milne ki khushi saaf dikh rahi thi. Maharaj Guddi ke boob ko paglo ki tarah kaat raha tha aur Guddi uske katne se madhosh ho rahi thi.Woh bhi. ” I said.“Aye, yes, well you’re right of course.” She said. “Mucking about is troublesome enough without getting into a web of lies. Did you have fun?”“Yes.” I admitted.“Our Gwyneth is a lovely young lass.” She said, and I wondered if she’d ever tried to seduce the girl herself. It seemed like everyone slept with everyone on this supposedly conservative Protestant island.“And what about you and Clive?” I asked, “Are you two back together again?”“I don’t know. Clive put his back out, so he might.