Nullam eget nibh metus. Maecenas sed dignissim ante, eu consectetur lacus. Phasellus eu cursus est. Fusce et congue libero, fringilla facilisis arcu. ...Phasellus luctus velit at odio tempus consectetur. Nulla tempor eget massa a vulputate. Nullam gravida eros arcu, ac faucibus elit viverra nec. Mauris in elit ligula.In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Aenean tincidunt ligula eu iaculis congue. In in magna in arcu feugiat rutrum ac et ex. Nunc est massa, ornare nec leo tempus, suscipit dapibus. I enjoyed watching them explore the humps and hollows of my body. I let them crawl over me because I wanted them to know I wasn’t afraid of them and I wouldn’t harm them. I wanted us to be friends.As the little critters marched over me, I had such an overwhelming feeling but I didn’t truly understand why. I questioned myself: How could bugs turn me on? Yet they did. They made my body come alive.One day, I watched a spider crawl over my nipple. I guess most women would scream and knock him off.. She got her black lace panties off about the time I had my pants almost down my legs."Beatcha" she said as she once again jumped on me forcing me back on the couch. Our lips were once again mashed together trying to eat each others face off. I felt her take one sleek leg and push my pants the rest of the way off. It was marvelous to feel those beautiful breasts rubbing my chest, she was now laying between my legs and I could feel that thick silky bush rubbing against my cock.My cock was already. If there was any news available from any of his sources about Lana's whereabouts, Zach would let me know.Over the next six months, I received twice-weekly calls from the Bureau, usually from Barney Fife, and calls two or three times a week from Zach Taylor, trying to keep me up to speed on what they were learning and doing about Lana's disappearance.Once, after four months, I'd had my hopes raised that they had found Lana. But those hopes were quickly dashed when I heard that they had.