She laughed hysterically once when describing a man fucking her with my face so close to her pussy watching that his sweaty balls were constantly slap...ping me in the face with each thrust. She obviously found this image very funny and it turned me on knowing she was laughing at the thought of me being degraded so nastily.When I asked her how I honestly compared to previous boyfriends and whether they were bigger than me and she said in a casual and offhand way that they generally all had fatter. The Prof. rapped on the bar with the bowl of his pipe."Serving wench" he boomed, "two of your best foaming flagons of ale for my friend and myself, quick as you like."The woman straightened up, and it was then obvious that she wasn't a bar maid, nor very pleased to be thought to be one. Her thin face must have been lifted many times because it looked like she had just sucked on a lemon, and the flat chest she displayed may have been because her implants were still being worked on in the body. It was nice to cut the number of the ants by that number, but the explosion had no other affect on the ants. They completely ignored the dead ants and the hole in the ground. Mary resolved not to waste any more hand grenades on the ants if that was all that was going to happen. She didn't have the hand grenades to spare. On a cost per dead ant basis, the machine gun was by far the more effective weapon.The ants must have been getting tired, because the humans were gradually pulling away from. He pulled back the silky sheets and laid down. He laid there with his eyes closed, fantasizing about what was to come. He opened his eyes to see the beautiful Terri walking in, ready to produce another award-winner. She moved toward the bed, smiling. Jack pulled long and slow on his super stiff cock, oggeling her equally massive-breasted body. He teased, "I'm so Goddamn horny, Terri! I'd like to bury this tool in your deep, wet pussy!" She smiled, and said "I'll take you up on that, dear. First.