I was truly psyched. Before I knew it the sun had risen and we were awakened in preparation for our adventure. We all got dressed and gathered our equ...ipment. Miguel's friend Luis would drive us to the start of the Amazon rain forest and then drive the Land Cruiser back to his place where it would stay until our guides got back. They would take a small plane back from Brazil. Pete and I would foot the bill for the small plane, and they were glad to do it. We were certainly glad to have them. We. I feel your hands massaging my breasts. Your fingers tease my erect nipples through my bra. Tender little touches, driving me crazy. Sending thoughts beyond friendship into my brain. A slight tug at my bra brings my focus back to your hands. Easily I help you remove the offending pieces of clothing. Baring intricately tattooed breasts with pierced nipples to your sight. A low groan comes from your lips as you try to gather them in your hands, glorious flesh spilling over your grasp. Hungry. Jenny was a relatively tall Asian-American, with dark hair and large brown eyes; she dressed in kakis and a cotton sweater, a very collegiate look. Rose, a dark-haired olive-skinned Italian originally from the south side of Philadelphia, was the Goth of the group, dressed in all black with black combat boots and multiple earrings. If you didn’t know her, you’d swear she was a trouble maker; in reality, she was the class valedictorian and was headed for Harvard in the fall. Faith was the. Then the magazine I worked at went under and now I find myself moving to some town in the boonies writing for a local paper. It honestly feels as if I blinked, and everything changed.Married life wasn't bad per say. In fact it was pretty good all things considered, but I definitely felt like a whole other universe I had suddenly found myself in. I used to have a great balance of work and play, but these days it was mostly work, followed by a few hours of parental duties, followed by a few.