You hear nothing and think maybe you should check it out, just to make sure everything is OK. You walk in the front door and call out my name but hear...nothing. Getting a little concerned, you work your way through the house, noticing nothing seems out of place.... you pass by my bedroom and see me lying there on the bed sleeping. You watch for a little while, trying to decide if you should come in or leave, your mind running in circles. You know that if you walk in things might get out of hand. I saw the cock sink into me until the only thing to see was Randy’s torso was not one inch from my eyes. I barely even gagged once. “Mmmm just as good as last time,” Randy grunted as he began to withdraw. His cock slowly slid out of my throat. He pulled out too far and the glistening cock started bobbing on my lips and nose. Randy did not let go of my head. “Lil’ help kyle?” Randy asked huskily. I finally looked at his eyes again. He had a genuine look of need on his face. Without. If Phillip had not seen similar feats before, he would have been jumping out of his skin to see inanimate objects floating into their campsite apparently on their own accord. Rachael, using her telekinesis, 'carried' three sleeping bags and a small box of bottled water from the not so near storage room in the garage to where the Year Three's were camping fifteen hundred feet in the woods behind the school's mansion.Getting up, Phillip grabbed two of the sleeping bags, tossing one down to where. This sent him into overdrive, he gripped me firmly in his forepaws and shuffled up close as he drove his by now engorged cock up my hole!He went at it like a steam hammer! He was like a thing posessed as he thrust hard as jackhammer up my tight little hole, I couldn't pull away from him due to my position against the foot of the bed. Each red hot thrust went deeper as he quickly worked his cock right up inside me, the heat of it was amazing, and I realised I had an a solid hard on!! I just had.