Yet another sound from the kitchen."What do you reckon" I said, "We'd better go look" Yep, come on" Sharon said reluctantly.We hopped off the seat and... I wiped my hand on my pants. We wandered over to the door of the kitchen and swung it open and lo and behold here was Sheryl completely naked, on her back, up on the kitchen island bench with Dave the chef ploughing his cock in and out of her pussy. Bill was standing beside her, still in his shoes, feeding his cock into her open mouth. Baking. . I spent quite a bit of the winter in the General Steel garage working on my hoists. I found a market for water tumbled boulders as lawn ornaments and water washed ornamental stones are valuable. Architects were just entering into a decorative stage. Waterfalls, Koi ponds, indoor streams and other attempts to pacify mother nature were replacing Stark Commercial. The ‘burbs were beginning to demand Big Box stores put a quarter of their parking lots into Landscaping. Quartzite rocks, head sized. Signifying the rise of a New Year.Danny and I discovered by accident we can now move things around, small things right now, like a pen or something small. I was wanting a pen and one came into my hand from a few feet away on my desk as we were setting up a new lighting apparatus for my streams as well as a green screen. We tested how much we could move and lift, and if we could work together on a larger object and found we could combine our telekinetic strength. For right now we can only move. You feel my balls touching against your thighs, meaning I’m all the way in!With the water's help, our hips move rhythmically together, forcing my cock deeper inside you, pushing, rubbing, probing your very intimate areas wispily touching your g-spot and then it’s gone. You put your hands on my shoulders using them to thrust yourself up and down, rising and falling against my cock. My rock-solid cock begins to throb increasingly fast, almost pulsating.I feel a tingle building up inside me, a.