” “In the Santa Clause suit? Why didn't you say something?” I whispered, in a strained voice. “I didn't want to wake you and the kids. He took...an earlier flight. I told him he could sleep on the couch. We'll have one more plate for breakfast. No big deal. And don't be mad, but he volunteered to play Santa for the kids when he saw the costume.” I stared at Mark in disbelief, searching for words to say. My thinking was almost panicked. Almost instantly I weighed my options. If I revealed what. The pain is only intensified as they press against my body and the back of my head to stand theirselves up with a grunt. They swiftly leave, the gate clinking behind them as they secure it, listening to the crunching earth below them as they walk farther away.I gradually regain my breath as I lay there. Staring across the ground, vision wandering around trying to take in my environment ... Except there isn’t much to take in. Seems to be nothing more than a kennel within a shed, or a barn? I. We all just stayed in our positions as George slowly pumped my stiffy.This was one of the many positions that I envisioned yesterday. If we ever get to use a bed, I imagine that they'll be many more positions available. With a threesome like this, I suspect that toys could also play an interesting role. With my mind imagining all the kinky shit we could do as a threesome, I unintentionally began pumping George's ass. I was close to cumming again as I came back to reality. I sucked hard on. It was 6:30am when he heard dishes rattling in the galley kitchen. He stumbled out of bed, took his clean underwear into the bath, and then stepped into the shower stall. He stood under the stream of hot water for only a couple of minutes before he turned off the water. He wore the jeans from the day before, but with a clean black tee shirt. He would be tempted to wear his gang vest, if he had it with him. Instead he wore the light weight jacket that marked him as a cop. It was an old style.