They turn my direction. The short one, with brown tightly curled hair, pulls the taller brunette in my direction. I'm dreading it already because I ha...e no real interest in humans, except for the occasional fuck when I get frustrated in my search and even, then I form no attachments and sneak out while they sleep or go to the bathroom. Never seeing them more than once. The short one greets me, "What's your name?" "Have we met?" "No, I guess you could say I'm just really friendly and have. Sounds good, gotta love giant insects! Chris enthused. We chatted for a while and drank our beers as I waited for Amy. I was going out to a hens night for one of Amys friends who I didnt know all that well. This gave my boyfriend and James a chance to watch crappy b-movies all evening, something I usually get bored with. After half an hour the boys were getting impatient to start watching their giant ants. Were going to put the first one on, is that OK Jen? asked Chris Yeah, Amy should. “Hi,” he said, “are you OK? You were asleep for a little while.”I said that I was and he said “I hope you are not upzett by the zite of my cock” (I’m trying to ape his accent) and I said “no, far from it, it’s magnificent”.It really was. It was one of the longest and thickest cocks I have ever seen then or since and it was massively hard. His foreskin had pulled right back and his knob/helmet (call it what you will) was the darkest purple imaginable. It curved gently up from his balls, which. “Arghh… I’ve bedded in ages.”Her guru rocked the bed for what seemed like hours, for his stamina was incredible – the result of decades of penance. Nandini lay panting, panting like a mutt in heat, her legs scissored around the sage’s waist, begging, pleading to not stop.In that state of thrill and excitement, she said many dirty things, “Make me your whore, Guruji. Make me your whore!” “Fuck your shishya’s ass. FUCK ME!”The sage didn’t say a word except for the animalistic sounds that he.