When I got there I noticed there where yellow rubber insulation pieces on the wires at the corner and ropes tied off on the pole. Hell yes I said out ...oud , they have been here. I ran into the house. I found my bride cooking dinner. She was wearing a short beach cover-up. I stopped and before I could say a word she turned to face me. Then slowly she raised the garment exposing a pair of black nylon bikini panties. I said does that mean what I think it does? With a smirk on her face she said. It took a half-day but soon the calls to the less damaged ship were heeded. It went to the aid of the next least damaged vessel to assist in recovery and repair. This is what I was waiting for and I again reached out with my mind and formed two gigantic tubes and placed them on the ships.My mental efforts were detected. I worked now frantically because I could feel the attack building. Already my mind was giving me pain that discouraged me from doing more. I knew it would not stop until I died. I was cleaning off the table after our meal and Rachel was teasing Jeff about something. All of a sudden, Jeff said, "You know what I would like? I'd like to see my ladies stretched out in the playroom."All joking stopped as Rachel and I looked at him eagerly."Are you ladies up for that?" he asked with a smile. He knew we were always up for that. To answer him I dropped to my knees and crawled to him. He took hold of both of our hair and pulled us by the scalp to the basement door. He allowed. Bless him, he did explain that by working the prostate like he was would ensure longer life and told me that I would soon feel a warm sensation and explained that he needed to work it harder which he started to do, at this point I had lost all control and he then told me that it was ok to ejaculate as this would then show my prostate was in good order, he continued to massage my cock but explained that as he pushed harder he had to massage my cock harder so that I would ejaculate more or less.