And that’s when I got a request on Facebook from Shruthi. Then chatting stuff went on for a while and then exchanged numbers. I used to text to her ...aily.We became close and occasional touching used to happen accidentally. And as days passed those touching became intentional. And I was scared to get into a relationship with her and I bluntly put my view to her. And she was totally fine with it.Then came a 3-day college tour to a hill station nearby. As usual, I and my friends started to drink. Yet, despite her lust, Darla somehow found the ability to whisper and gasp defiantly ‘No! No!’ However, this sensation was quite different from what she had just endured in the lake, as these ants seemed to enjoy her cunt juice and had sent a message to the entire colony to come forth and feast upon the product of her orgasm. As she lay there in the brush, Darla tried hard to move but could only shift the position of her head. At this rate, by her estimation, it would be almost an hour before. We clinked our glasses together and each of us took a drink. Then Debbie said she wanted to make a toast and lifted her glass to her best friend and her boyfriend, for motivating her to find a boyfriend for herself, quickly. Another clink of the glasses and we all took another sip. I piped up and declared that if they were both going to toast, I would as well. I raised my glass and toasted Gary as the guy I loved to fuck and to Debbie, the woman that I would fuck if I had any bisexual. Cassie was sitting on the bed, Kari sat beside her, “Ok ladies, what now, where can I take you?”Kari answered, “Away from here Joe, we ain’t got nowhere to go and we damned sure can’t stay around here. They’s a pretty big gang, them bikers, they’ll find us sure.”I glanced over to Cassie.“She’s right Joe, we can’t stay around here, Kari and me both saw ‘em, they’ll not want to leave no witnesses.”Ah hell, I though, I can’t abandon them and I didn’t want to read some news on the internet about.