The close-knit community at the end of the world was not the place to conduct such activities with total discretion. There were too many busybodies an... snoops to keep a secret very long.The elves and the other workers and citizens of the community were pretty much aware that Mr. Kringle was decidedly a cuckold many times over. The smirks and giggles were getting a little too overt now and Martha was beginning to feel a sense of shame and disgust with herself for her kinky needs. She felt. “Really? You feel me up and we’re square?” I was a little surprised at her response. “Sure, why not?” I saw what I took to be a look of quandary on her face. “Deal,” she said, and removed her gunbelt, then assumed the position that I had just been in. I pulled my pants back up, and was just about to take a position behind her when she stood up. I thought that she had changed her mind, but instead she unbuttoned her uniform blouse, pulled it out of her waistband, then reached inside and pulled. Lovers, breakfast? And then ... hopefully, more hot and heavy making out and fucking, or maybe both at the same time,” Larissa winked at us.Before I could answer, though, my cell phone rang. It was a Sunday morning, so what was going on here? I had no work to do on Sundays, liking my R and R too much to let work intrude on my few chances to unwind. The little menage a trois situation with Larissa and Rain, of course, helped me unwind quite a bit, in fact. They were both such terrific lovers, at. The Department of Gender Studies thought it would be worthwhile to mount a research expedition to see if this would lead to the source of the Centaur myth or discover additional information to help researchers divine the myth.The research group visited several of the villages where they were practically stonewalled by the village elders in each village and had to listen to repeated dire warnings of unescorted adventurous tourists going up into rugged and wild mountains, being injured and some.