You may copy and distribute this story in any fashion, as long as you makeno changes.Chapter One -Jasper Duquesne and Richard Banks were in their tent...near thearcheological site in Sudan. It was hot.It was always hot here, day, night, it hardly made a difference, the heatwas stifling. Jasper watched Richard across the tent as he examined atray of artifacts gathered from today's efforts - some pottery shards, afew bone fragments - they appeared to be finger bones to Jasper - and alone, ragged. I reached forward and grabbed him around the waist spinning his naked body around and pulling him back to me, sitting on the edge of the bed with my legs open. I grabbed his cock and shook it again, feigning anger while we laughed. Alex then did something unexpected. He grabbed my hard member through my jeans and shook it. I was in heaven. I looked at him and said “Hey bud! That ones mine!” To which he replied “it’s only fair!” I pushed him off of me, swatting his butt on the way up. He. But if your heart says go, do it."She had some things to say about the stables, too. "This Sarah lady is sharp. I did teach you to ride using Western Pleasure Riding methods, because it's so efficient. She saw it. I always wondered why you didn't go for competition, but you never did. If you had, you would have been good. Just wasn't your thing, I guess. But don't hesitate to try it if you change your mind."Two good pieces of advice. I decided to take them both.At lunch on Tuesday, I saw Alex.. After careful consideration, Brock decided to charter a plane. The difference in price was negligible once you factored in the comfort and convenience.The Gulfstream 550 was waiting on the tarmac at Bob Hope Airport. Bob Hope was much more convenient than LAX because of its proximity to the Beverly Glen neighborhood where Brock lived. The group was the last to arrive and the others were already storing their bags for their three-day trip. There was palpable excitement in the air, which Brock.