As the years go by, I find myself continuing to look back on a particular time in my life that has become very important to me. This story is about th...t time. The story is true. Every fact of it occurred. What makes the story a fiction is my purposeful exclusion of many other, extraneous experiences that shaped my life at the time. They are no more or less important than the experiences I have included in the story, I simply have chosen to omit them because they cling only to the periphery of. Sure the rainforest was all that she expected it to be, it was lush, full of broad evergreen trees, she could hear the sound of monkeys up in the canopy and was fearful she may come across a band of gorillas. What would she do if they became aggressive towards the expedition team she thought to herself as she was cutting through the understory vines and ferns. She would soon find out.The expedition team were all resting after a particularly difficult fourth morning, the rainforest seemed denser. After about ten minutes of fellatio he told me to stand up. Licking my nipple ring he turned me around and tore my briefs off and ordered me to spread my legs. “time to feel the joy, boy.” He said as he pushed his ten inch cock quickly and hard into my ass and started to quickly drive it in hard and deep. He grabbed my hair and just hammered me like I was a piece of meat and he was tenderizing me.“jerk yourself off, boy” he groaned as he grabbed more hair.I grasped my dick as tight as I. What could he want? she wondered. The only good that had come from her night with George Farrington was that now she and her husband were fighting for something together; but they had no weapons, no defense, and did not really know what they were fighting against. George had not made anything clear and it was up to him to set the battle line: they would be on the defensive until then, no matter what.And Laura knew, though she would not admit it to herself, that she still had horribly mixed.