I knew I could influence anyone in the house. Also, I had discovered that when I had the feeling of "reaching out" with my will, I could somehow sense...the presence of other people. So far, this sense was very crude, little more than a feeling that my influence had touched someone. But I was hoping to hone it further -- perhaps even sense the person's emotional state.As it was, Mrs. Davidson found herself wandering upstairs to my bedroom, while Mom washed up in the kitchen. Rapping gently on my. As one of them bent down to give him access to her g-string, hestuffed the dollar bill in. It was amazing how these women would be soclose, but you couldn't touch them. He had a boner that was so hard ithurt. And of course Vanessa would know he'd be stinking drunk tonight andwould want nothing to do with him. There was the back room here where heknew that things were going down. His buddy Jesse, who'd be gettingmarried in three weeks, just got a celebratory 'massage' back there, andwas. I agreed for that.I took the carrot, sat on the bed, supported my back to the pillow, just spread my legs, tried inserting it slowly. I felt something will be going to happen. Less pain initially. Vinay was standing in front of me, stroking his dick. It seems it is back to its position. He is encouraging me like yes come on you can do it. Some more some more little bit inside. I was just going on with his words. Felt like the pain has been increased. I was letting small moans and moving it. "I love you too baby" I groaned.I heard a car pull up in the driveway so I quickly stuffed my still hard cock back into my trousers. The front door opened soon after with a flash of skin and clothes running at me and plastering herself against me. Her tits (braless again) under her thin white top mashed into my chest with her arms around my neck pulling me into a lengthy passionate kiss.When she finally broke the kiss to take a breath she gasped "I'm home daddy."She then unplastered herself.