Loss. Mourning. Nostalgia.He hadn’t seen their tents next to each other like that since they’d been on their first expedition together. They’d s...ent hours laying next to each other, only the two thin walls of the tent separating them, talking. They’d started out as rivals, but quickly became partners, then friends, then lovers. They’d never needed both their tents since.Until now.Seeing the two tents next to each other was a brutal reminder of how much they’d lost. They were practically. "- Yeah sure, sure, no sweat, I got it all down to the detail man. Just everyone remember - once you are in there is no chickening out - got it ?" - Sure, but just tell as what we will be doing allready" - John was resigned to follow through with his comitment."- Great! So it is assencialy like a game of spin the bottle at the basic, you choose another person at random spinning the little arrow on the plaque here, you get the points with that person, you do what the game tells you, and then. It was scary being on her own professionallyafter the security of the bank's paycheck for almost 30 years, but shewas confident she would be able to build a successful business, and shedid.As for Claire, she had done something in 1982 she couldn't have imaginedever doing, as a female or male. She ran for public office?the localschool board. She had grown increasingly frustrated after more than adozen years as a teacher's aide in one of the community's elementaryschools and had resigned to take. I am so proud of you. Just look at you.’ Another lingering kiss and she tweaked the clamps on my nipples. She remained behind me and licked my neck and back down to where the corset covered me. She pressed herself against me and I realised she was naked now, or at least her breasts were, her nipples hard against my skin. She rubbed herself on me, pushing her breasts against my back and her pussy to the latex covering my arse. Hands roamed over my hips. Greta moved in front of me and lifted the.