It came down easily. Without any further direction my hands reached inside his jeans, found his briefs and tugged them down. I was rewarded when his s...ollen shaft filled my hands. As I grasped the slippey rod a moan of pleasure came from his lips. This encouraged me and I slid my hand up and down his shaft. He responded with more moans. 30 seconds I stroked his shaft again and again. What a turn on! Then his hands were pulling my skirt up and soon it was around my hips. He pulled himself free. Really, as I sit here writing, I cannot recall what I was doing with my face, it was pointed to the foot of the bed, I must have had some ancillary role, but I was focused on Don pleasuring my asshole.Rotation: My turn on my back, under Cathy’s pussy. I started licking her pussy, just at her clitoris as I know she likes. A reasonably sized cock soon appeared and I used my hand to help direct it into her open vagina, getting fucked by number 3. I was a little short of optimal position though I. Him standing behind me..his strong arms around me...cupping my breasts...kissing my neck...there are goosebumps all over my body...I can feel every muscle in me tense up...he starts to nibble my earlobe...his tongue slides into my ear...and I can feel my knees wanting to give in..Should I turn around...?? or just pretend I am not excited by his touch...but, he knows I am excited...my nipples are hard and pointy...my mound...wet..I slide my hand down my front and caress my pussy lips...I can. I can no longer hear her sobs, as they are also cut off. I can see the stark terror in her eyes as she looks at me, pleading for me to do something. She knows what I’m capable of, which makes the look of pleading in her hazel eyes that much more painful.I know she wants me to use my ability, but I can’t. It’s just not working right now. "I can't," I sob, as I watch her dying. My head hurts too much. Maybe if Lela were here to heal me, I could use them, but she’s not.Wait, isn’t she always.