Please don't stop. I need cock bad! He dropped his trousers and teased my clit with the tip of his throbbing cock. I nearly screamed with sheer pleasu...e and I grabbed at my breasts and tugged hard on my nipples as I tried to force my hips closer to him. I felt him slide inside me as he grabbed hold of my hips. Filling me and pusher deeper and deeper into my wet, desperate little cunt. He leaned over my body and gently kissed my nipples, blowing gently on them, making them even more erect, and. He pulled out and his cock flopped on her husband's face and cum was starting to drip out of her abused cunt. Big John stepped back grinning. I had witnessed many sexual escapades that resulted in some tortured looks but the look on the wife's and husband's faces were horror-stricken like none I had ever seen before.Marcus came next to me and whispered, "Captain, I would like her ass."I nodded. "Go ahead, Marcus. Don't be gentle."He smiled and went to that end of the table. His cock was a good. And the more I wanted to know.The trips to the library quickly became the highlights of an otherwise excruciatingly boring month. I even began considering Entomology, the study of insects in general, or Myrmecology, the study of ants, as a career!I also learned some interesting facts about the Ant Farm itself: Milton Levine, aka "Uncle Milton," was born and raised in Pittsburgh, less than 20 miles from my home. His original business with his brother-in-law was selling mail-order toy soldiers. All buildings in Worcester had to have access to the inside via a roof hatch of a minimum size that was large enough to pass a fully equipped firefighter. The hatch had to be clearly marked and not sealed enough to keep out a firefighter doing his job.A special key was required to open the lock on the hatch, and, theoretically, no crooks had access to the key. That was problematical, but I had yet to find a lock that I could not pick by some means or other, and this was no exception. We went up.