Blowingsmoke in my direction, he asked, "You don't mind, do you?" Oh no, let me get you an ashtray," I said as I moved one onto thetable and sat down ...pposite him.As we smoked, I could see the beginnings of a nice erection in histrousers, and knew CaSlut would get what she needed from him thisafternoon. He put down the joint, and motioned me to come closer. Igot up and stood between his spread legs as he reached out a big handand wrapped it around my cage."You wear this all the time, do. “How about melon sandwiches?” Sonja led one of his hands to her left breast, then to the right. Of course, her other hand was still in my lap. Except in was no longer in my underwear. That had been pulled aside and my baloney pony was gazing at its surroundings, the meat being molded by Sonja’s right hand. This was way beyond arousal. I decided that it was at least nine rousals. Sonja glanced at my dick and J.C.’s gaze followed. He swallowed hard. “We have a nice chick breast. I mean chicken. But the one who was most like Santa was the DapperGentleman.The Dapper Gentleman was a child from the union of a Christmas Elf and ahuman whose only child inherited the father's human stature and themother's Elvin gifts of magic and immortality.Named Gnome Diego by his father, Sam Diego due to his Elvin heritage,Gnome soon proved to be the best of both races. He had inherited hisfather's gift with technology and his mother's gift with magic and builtmagical electronic toys that improved thing. "But if we find–" You won't," he assured them. "I wouldn't do that. In any case I got punished enough for failing to break you up and for trying it on with Gary's, er, your wife."They waited."Those apes know how to hurt you without leaving any marks," he said, wincing at the memory. "At least not many. I still ache weeks later."Tom got out and Bob scuttled off to his car and drove away."You know what this means," said Tom, glancing at Mike. "You're not out of the wood yet. Whoever is doing.