. two cups.A white Dodge pickup with Taylor Sand and Gravel and a phone number lettered on the door negotiated the pit called driveway.Knock Knock“M...r. Taylor?”“Yes, Ma’am.”“Won’t you come in ... I just poured coffee.” I stuck out my hand, “Karen Post.”He shook, took off his hat and slapped dust from his jeans.He came in ... sat down at the table ... took up his cup and made an exploratory sip. His face brightened.“What did you put in this?”“Fresh ground coffee.”“Tastes like chocolate ... sweet. Bernie and I had been practicing, though. The power, whatever it might be, was much weaker at the ranch. We could still tap into it though. When we did this, I actually got to be the first to discover something. The power could actually be stored! The amount was limited, of course, but it could be done.I have to admit that with the playoffs coming up, the thought crossed my mind to use it in a game. With a little creativity, I could be unstoppable. The temptation was brief, thankfully. What. As anita and i kissed i felt my dick being shoved deep into preeti’s hot mouth, her talented tongue swirling around my dick as she pulled me deep into her throat. I knew if i didn’t get my dick out of preeti’s hot throat i would fill her throat with my first load. Preeti knew it too and she put her hand up between my legs and slipped her pussy juice covered finger up my asshole stopping me from backing out of her throat. Anita started to tell me to fill preeti’s hot mouth with my cream and i. We chose to have our long talk in the family room, overlooking the lake, and as soon as I got comfortable, Benjamin came over beside me, and laid down with his chin on my foot. It was cute beyond belief, and I loved on him even more. Desi got into the act, crawling down and cuddling around him like a mother with her newborn puppies. We all enjoyed watching her bond, come a little further out of her shell, and begin to let her guard down and trust us all.Just before dinner my special phone rang..