“But if you want, I can give you my grandfather’s address and you can pay him a visit. A centaur is a mythological being imagined by the ancient Greeks as living in Thessaly. She spread her legs from around me, then began to pull at my hands and finally managed to unclench them. He was the only human there. If I didn’t get out of her hands there, I was going to die on them, and in a few days, the people in the hamlet where Bill’s grandfather lived would find my body naked and crushed. The emphasis here should be on “imaginary being” but the centaur in front of me didn’t look imaginary at all. “Yes, we should capitalize the ‘L’ on this Legend because here in this magical land there is only one legend.”
“Can you tell me what this is about?” I asked curiously, although I was in a somewhat awkward position because she still hadn’t extracted herself from my dick, which, feeling that her work was done, was already half asleep.
