The units were lightweight — no more than three pounds — and the special batteries lasted for up to thirty hours without needing re-charged. A sol...r panel allowed the units to recharge themselves using sunlight alone (even normal daylight provided enough light to power them up).When switched on, there was nothing to indicate the presence of a shield and the Celestialites chosen to test them were sceptical of their functionality to say the least. Still, they did what they had been asked to do. ”“Wild,” gasped Faoril. “Like the sounding rods of Halani.”My answer became a groan as the pleasure increased. Her finger sent bliss shooting down my cock. My urethra burned with rapture. Her other hand kept stroking my shaft while her small tongue fluttered across the sensitive head of my cock, bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm.My balls boiled at the new sensations. I groaned through grit teeth. I growled as the pleasure swept through me. Her finger pumped faster and faster, lubed by. She stuck her little tongue into her mother’s crotch and began to lick expertly. Her mother was going crazy with lust, rubbing her breasts with one hand and pressing her daughter’s head harder against her cunt with the other. That was good for now, I decided. I the looked into her older daughter’s mind for sexual experiences. She had fooled around a bit at school, but nothing worthwhile. How strange to find such an inexperienced girl of her age! Deep in her subconscious, though, I noticed. She was good, with a handicap of 4, but not committed enough to turn professional. She lacked the dedication to really apply herself to the game. She was a pretty girl. A very light strawberry blonde with green eyes. Puberty had caused all the men at the golf course, her daddies clients, to take notice of her. Petite at 5 foot 5 with perky little tits, she had no shortage of horny old men who wanted to perve on her as they played their 18 holes of golf. A fact she exploited considerably to make.