"Exactly," Bud said."I can't fly," I said, exasperated. "I can't use my telekinesis on myself, remember?" No you can't, but you can use it on other th...ngs. You could use a kitchen chair to fly around on if you wanted to." I can?" I asked, stunned."Of course," Bud snickered. "You've been assuming all this time that the movement you subject a molecule to is in relation to your position, but the two do not necessarily have anything to do with each other if you don't want them to." So I could lift. Once at full stiffness, Molly rode me for at least a half hour, halting a couple times to enjoy body shaking orgasms before my final cum of the evening spawned her final one as well. All of us afterwards luxuriated in the post orgasm bliss along with and more profoundly the culminating exhaustion of a weekend of marathon sex."I want you to drop me off at home." Moi aussi," said Fanny."Okay," I answered."No objections?" asked Molly without malice."I understand," I said. "We've been nearly. Then she pulled up her sports bra up, exposing her big breasts to me."I’m sure you want to meet the girls. You can get to know them better when we’re done here," she said giggling and quickly pulled her bra into place.Needless to say, I had the exact reaction that she was hoping for: a fully hard erection again.She looked at my cock pulsing in my shorts and murmured, "Mmm." She opened the door and walked to the back of the SUV. We finished putting the box in position. As I was getting out, she. He started massaging me from inside, with fluid circular movements, widening my entry point. All I could feel was discomfort. After a while he took his fingers out, grabbed me by my waist, lined up his cock to my hole and started pushing. Once his cockhead was past my sphincter I whimpered. The pain was immense. It felt like I was being split in two. I instinctively tried to pull away but his hands on my waist kept me firmly pinned down.'Don't move,' he commanded firmly 'it's gonna feel better.