Not really! I can fake it," I said. "I Push things in a direction. Close to my body, I can shape the Push, like with the handcuffs. I drove Push-spike...through a link in the chain. The bullet stuff is sort of a shield. I Push against nothing and the Push ... I don't know what it fucking does, but the bullets stop or deflect." So it's not telekinesis," the Professor said thoughtfully. "You give things momentum. How big an object can you Push?" It's not about size," I said with a sigh. "I put more. "I'm sure when he gets here he'll talk to us." Does anyone want some snacks?" April asked. We did, and she went and brought back some chips and juice. Then we waited, nibbling and sipping.After a while a man came in. He was tall and dressed in a gray jacket and slacks. He seemed solid. Everything about him was angular. Even the hair on his neck was trimmed to a straight line. He strode to the counter and spoke to the woman."I'm here to see Renee Woodhouse. I'm her father."She motioned for him. She suddenly felt someone's hands roaming all over her long legs and roughly squeezing her ass, then she felt his body pressed against hers, she could feel his hard cock rubbing up and down her ass cheeks and his hands reach around and pinch her nipples through her top. Sara struggles to turn around and face the guy, but she feels him holding her in place as he continues to dry hump her. Finally she manages to squirm away and free herself as she sees her stop, she turns to see an old dirty. It was Samantha that finally broke the kiss, pushing Linda back. Out of curiosity, Linda snuck a look at the dashboard clock. They'd been making out for 10 minutes."Let's go," Samantha begged. "Hurry."It was only a 15 minute drive to Linda's condo. She spent the entire with her left hand on the steering wheel. Her right hand was between Samantha's legs, fingering the soaking twat. Samantha had reclined her seat 3/4ths of the way back and flipped her skirt up. One hand pulled the front of her.