”“I’m not! It felt amazing! I just need to give it a few days to recuperate,” she laughed.“Was being taken by three men at once as exciting ...s you thought it would be?” he asked.Libby sighed, “Honestly? It was better than I imagined. And though I have no need to make that a regular menu item, it’d be okay if it showed up as a special every now and then.”Kent laughed and pulled her in for a hug, “You’re amazing, you know that?”Libby giggled and snuggled up to Kent. “So are you. I have to admit. I said I want to try that one when I am on top of you. She laughed and said so you want to be a real cowgirl. I gathered that’s what they called - me being on top of him. I picked up my clothes and we all got dressed. I walked back to their car and she wrote out her email address and said think about it – if you want us to include you in some more fun we will be happy for you to join in. I had hoped she would contact me and she did the next day and said they would be happy for me to join in. The three young males started to cavort in front of her, beating their chests in a display of strength, pushing each other out of the way in order to be central to her vision.It was an all too familiar, common event for her. Unlike the females of the troupe, her ovulation took place on a much more regular cycle, bringing her into heat twelve times a year. She wouldn't be considered ready to mate for a few days yet, once the cramps started, but then, she would be the centre of attention. Trouble. I could use some coffee." I climbed into water-proofs, more for protection from the wind than water, though a fair amount of North Sea was finding its way into the air, and put on a life-preserver and harness again. The GPS indicated we'd made a few miles southerly, but not enough to worry about.On deck, I set Serendipity onto port tack, meaning the wind was coming from the left and ahead instead of the right and ahead, so we were moving roughly west-north-west, rather than south-west, but I.