I told her where to find my keys, which caused her to giggle again and begin to grope through my pants pockets. She found the keys in very short order... but decided to play a bit so started "searching" around for whatever else was in my pants.What she found jerked a bit at her when she wrapped her fingers around it. She let out a small moan and whispered, "I can't wait."I'd created a monster but this kind of monster I would deal with happily.We walked into the house and up to the main bedroom. "Can we just stop there? It's one thing to tell me these things about Renee, it's quite another to hear you and Grant getting sucked into this!" The pun was certainly unintended."No, Matt," she leaned back into her chair, picked up the cool glass and put it to her forehead. “Is it hot in here? Wow.”My head was swimming and I again was realizing I was in a bad spot. Justine was clearly aroused by watching Renee getting some stranger's spunk and then getting her husband to clean it up and. That strange heat between my legs grew stronger as he molded mysoftness with his hands. I couldn't do much more than stroke his backand return his kisses.I don't know how long we stayed like that, but as good as it felt,another need was starting to grow inside me. I knew it was time to takethis even further. My hands started to roam randomly up and down hisback, over his arms and then finally downward. When my fingers foundtheir way to his belt buckle, my conflicted thoughts bounced. Luckily the bulldogs are nocturnal. We've had one or two people bitten in the evenings." Bulldog ants are quite aggressive. They're territorial, so they perceive a foot as an invader." How did you get interested in ants?" Oh, I was the usual kid. I collected all sorts of things: stones, flowers, butterflies. Then my folks gave me a copy of Wilson's Insect Societies and I was hooked. A few years ago, they got me The Ants. In between I bought myself a reprint of Wheeler. How did you get into.