Bryce’s thick hands were running down Mike’s slender arms, now down his chest and then around. Now there was a finger poking at his asshole, it pu...hed in. Mikey moaned again, this single digit already filling him more than anything he’d ever had back there.“Shh, quiet, slut. We wouldn’t want your sister to wake up.” Bryce removed his finger, he backed off from his position on top of Mike, and spat a gob of saliva onto Mike’s asshole. He brought two fingers now, and Mikey was cringing as he. That gave us ample time to know each other. On the D-day, we met each other at the hotel in Bengaluru for breakfast. Since I had booked a cab to and fro, the journey from Bengaluru to Kabini was smooth and reached the resort which I had booked. The check-in formalities completed quick and we were given a good accommodation which had two rooms with a fridge, tea maker, etc etc and a big bathroom with a bath tub and beautiful view of the lake and big swimming pool. I had got some kinds of stuff. Frank was almost as excited by the drum sander, at least until Will told him how long the belts he had on hand would last. Knowing him, Will figured Frank would lay awake at night trying to figure out a way to make more! He was already speculating on it. He knew of a company back east that made abrasive paper, and wondered if he could have them try to make some belts if they were ordered special."Probably cost too danged much, though," Frank surmised.This speculation by his friend got Will to. No, it doesn't bother me. I mean, it makes me want to, y'know, make something of myself, so that when I'm ready to propose to her, I don't feel like I'm bringing nothing to the table. But does it bother me? Hell, no! In my experience, Pop, people with money are pretty much happy folks. I mean, why the hell wouldn't they be?" Sometimes, money can't buy happiness," Paul Sr. said, profoundly."I know. And I know that's true. But just as a general rule, being financially secure takes folks a long.