I started talking more to her everyday, she started to spend more time in our house after her husband left, and she used to ask me help in shopping , ...e went shopping many times on my bike and we started getting some what close, I used to make full use of those rides by braking suddenly and got to feel her big bouncy boobs on my back, at first she used to move back immediately but after some rides she started to press her boobs on my back when the roads were somewhat empty. I used to go to her. I was in the loft! I made it! So, I guess I found out how to do the teleportation thing. I have to concentrate on the destination and what the destination actually was. I pictured the couch by the fire and suddenly I was there again. I landed a lot lighter this time, without knocking myself out. I’m improving, I thought, sipping my coffee a little shakily. It would take some getting used to, this ability, or gift, or whatever it was. My hands and feet were still giving off occasional bursts of. The morning came and the number of People grew to be larger than I had expected. They had brought another person which put four of us in the boat plus the dog. The boat was a four man limit which wasn’t the problem. The problem was that a couple of these guys made up four men. An early morning ride down river, in winter, is cold. A freeze had ice everywhere that water touched the banks or logs. The mist from the temperature difference of the water and the air hung along the river like a smoke. The time for talk was over. Utilizing the leverage her perch on the chair afforded her, she began moving up and down his wonderful tool with greater and greater speed. She started bouncing up and down on his cock with wild abandon. She used gravity to her advantage, sliding up slowly and then letting her whole body fall with a crash and plunging him further inside of her than she imagined possible. His hands around her waist, her neck, cradling her face as he kissed her – she surrendered to.