All of the worries, all of the torments, all of the frivolities of life vanish once one dies. Look upon my bones, and tell me. Was I wealthy? Was I im...overished? Was I beautiful? Was I hideous? Was I loved or was I despised? Was I an emperor or was I a slave? No such distinctions matter after death. In death all of us are equal. ‘You speak of death as a misfortune, but fortune has nothing to do with it. Death is fated to us all. Not even the happiest or the luckiest of men can avoid death, and. He had his hands on my butt gently fondling them. I had my hands on his chest as I played with his strong chest. I lifted his shirt tucked in the pant and put my hand under his shirt to feel his chest. The gentle hair on his chest was a pleasure to touch.I broke the kiss to take his shirt off. He had the perfect shaped chest and a nice abdomen. The gentle, short hair on his chest and abdomen was evenly spread and came down to his navel and disappeared under the waist of his pant. I savoured his. As I got right behind him I said “Don’t be shy” as I patted him on the bum, he looked shocked. I turned him to face me and leaned in towards him he pulled away, I rubbed his cock and he stood there.Unbuttoning his pants they fell down, I rubbed his cock through his blue old man underpants, he seemed very small. Pulling his undies down I noticed he was fully erect but only 4”, bending down in front of him I licked his shaft and fondled his balls, he was moaning.Grabbing his bum I pulled him into. But I think you’ll find that everything is already in order, sir. Would there be anything else you desire me to know?” The nawab seemed slightly flustered, perhaps attributing to the colonel the mythical reserve and prudence of his Christian overlords. Of course, as Colonel Norman knew, had the nawab presented one of his fine sons, whose manly frames stood behind their father, their bare breasts gleaming the keen musculature of youth and exercise, then the colonel’s detachment would surely.