He grabbed my boobs and enjoyed weighing them in his hands as I sucked his cock. I realised he was enjoying the action but it wasn’t looking like h... would cum. Would this really take one hour? Or more?!? I decided to get on top of his dick, my pussy was still ridiculously wet although sore, however being on top now, I knew I had control, I rode it how I wanted to and he laid there enjoying every second, he tried to take control of the thrusting but I stopped him. I was enjoying wobbling about. All the women had open faucets between their legs. The morning had passed and I still hadn’t cum myself. I targeted three men who walked away from a girl on the ground. They left her cross-eyed, slack-jawed, and with spunk pouring out of her mouth, ass and cunt. I wanted that. I told Lisa to stay near me. I picked one to lay on his back. He was well over six feet tall with jet-black skin and a pecker bigger than I imagined possible. As wet as I was, as slick as he was, it still hurt going in. The first exercise was no problem at all. It was even good, as it was meditative for the on-duty mind. The second exercise was an EXTREMELY tedious, time-consuming, repetitive, boring exercise, but we couldn't think of any other way to make our TK stronger.]^We got back to the job at hand: how to create a plausible looking halo.We tried moving all twelve blobs closer together, until they touched, making the ring they formed much smaller. That looked fairly silly stationary. We tried moving it. Kyle liked his girls a little on the thick side."Well we have some beer, but what else should we do?" I asked Kyle as he walked into the living room and sat on the couch. "I'm not sure. What did you have in mind?" He replied."Good question." I paused. "We could pull out the cards and play some drinking games." Or, Kyle began as slowly turned his head towards me, "How about strip poker?" Hell yeah!" I said as the door bell rang. "Looks like they are here."I got up and let the girls in. Kyle.