My thighs were like jelly, weak and shaking, and when I did first peek, she was still behind me, and her fingers were still inside me. ‘Keep squeezi...ng them’, she said softly, ‘it will keep the muscles firm and the cock happy’, and again as she spoke she moved them, making my knees buckle. ‘Don’t I cried’, each move was bringing on a new sensation, more powerful than the orgasm itself. ‘You can cum many times’, she said, each one more powerful than the previous, master that and sex will be more. In the darkness I snuggle up with your arm around me, access to your chest is just at my fingertips and I draw my fingers across your left nipple idly with light nails just teasing it a bit. You shift your arm trying to reach more of me than the back side of my arm, I continue to sit a bit sideways, the purpose of this night it to tease you to distraction and I don't dare risk getting sidetracked as you know all my buttons to push so very well.I continue to talk in your ear, using my warm. We went together to our first class with Julia attached to my left arm as normal.A brand new sense and having telekinesis were incredible developments, even with their both having limitations: proximity had only a three-foot range, my TK was very weak and I dared not risk revealing it in public. Another limitation was that both were totally dependent on my being centered, which was a problem because I could very easily imagine that in any interesting situation, the very first thing that would. Yet blessedly, it ended as the door swung inwards.There she stood, her legs clad in sleek, black stockings, a vibrant, lilac robe covering the rest of her, loosely-tied and open wide enough to make it obvious she wore no bra. Her chestnut hair was tied up in a bun, but a few loose strands hung in front of her face. Her pink lips smiled at the sight of me. “You’re early, Peter,” she observed, her eyes unhurriedly looking me up and down.“I couldn’t wait, Michelle.”“Come in,” she beckoned, opening.