With a blood-curdling scream, she dropped beside Beth. Almost as fast as she hit the ground Warden was on her. His grimy hands wrapped around her slig...t neck wringing the life out of her. Beth screamed in terror for her friend and began beating on the killer with her fists.Michelle was terrified, he was so strong. She tried to fight but his grip on her neck was making the world slow down. She felt the strength leaving her arms. Her head began to pound and she felt a warm numbness creeping over. I pulled out of her and grabbed her ear antennae, using them to pull her face to my dick. She opened her mouth to accept it, and I pushed it as far down her throat as I could, holding her there by the antennae. I felt her struggle just barely as she adjusted to a mouth totally full of meat, and that sent me over the edge, spewing warm cum straight down her throat. This time when we collapsed onto the bed in each other's arms I was exhausted and slept until morning.What a morning it was, too.. She let those ants crawl all over her cunt as she squirmed from the tiny bites that they were given her. I just about came looking at that short video and wished that it was me on at anthill. That video started me on my self torture journey. And fueled the fact that I wrote in my first story. After submitting my story to several adult fetish sites I received a lot of e-mail stating they were intrigued by my story. I also received a lot of negativity on how I wrote the letter and the Miss. They looked at us and then the baby. I looked at my aunty as I spoke."Good evening, ladies, may I introduce you Miss Lily Angeline Weston. Our little angel."I saw my aunty's eyes flash as she understood the legal aspect of my use of the word "our." Then her face softened to something I had rarely seen."Angeline? Like your mother?"I nodded. She used her finger to wipe something invisible from the cheek of the sleeping baby."She was my best friend. I owe my life to her."She turned to look at.