" You, you already sold the house?" Carswell sputtered. "May I ask how much?"Edna smiled and nodded to Celina. Celina, in turn, nodded to Arthur."Well... thanks to your client's lack of foresight and to this poorly worded legal instrument you produced, my client is purchasing this house and its property for $655,000." What!" Carswell exclaimed. "This place must be worth at least $3.5 million." Possibly," Arthur said with a shrug. "We'll find out once my client resells it." I'll block the sale as. I am bi-sexual and so was he, and we'd known that fact for awhile about each other. Andrew was 5' 9 and I was a little taller at 5' 11. We both had very in-shape body with abs, I had blonde hair he had brown. So we went upstairs to get the tent. It was pretty big, even in the folded up version. I had to hold my back to the door in order to get it out. When I finally did, we walzed outside to set it up. There was barely enough light from the sun as we set it up. I had a big backyard which. I could see the skin of the animal on the plywood platform, held to the dolly with a bungi cord."Hey, Hon," I said to my wife. "Are you going to be OK waiting for this or do you want something to eat in the meantime?" I should be OK. I had a couple of these," she said, holding up a half-eaten energy bar."How about the rest of you? It's probably going to take a few hours to cook this. Do you want something to tide you over till it's ready?"We ended up pulling three of the three person-meals out. (You can read that in my story, “From a Triathlon to A Biathlon Three Way (Part 1 and 2)). We took off riding on a beautiful sunshiny day, with the temperature about 75. We would switch places in terms of who was in the lead. I often had a spectacular view of two great asses that my cock had been pleasured by. Thank God for the tight biking shorts, since my cock was rock hard thinking about those tight behinds encased in the black stretchy Lycra biking shorts! After about an hour and a half of.