’ ‘What are you talking about?’ ‘Along with mind reading and distorting time, I can also move some small items, as long as I am certain of whe...e they’re gonna go. Watch,’ and he pointed at his dresser. As she watched , flabbergasted, she saw one of his cologne bottles raise up and start for the bed. About half way there it reversed course and sat itself down on the opposite corner of the dresser. Ellen looked at him in amazement. ‘How…What…How…Why….’ She stammered. He held up his hand and. )She gets a little courage and starts to touch her pussy again.Liza: (Hmmm. Oooh, that feels so good. I think I’m getting wet. Does that make me a slut? I’m just touching myself in all these inappropriate places. But it feels nice.)She’s starting to enjoy it slowly.Liza: (I guess I have to keep rubbing like this. Hmmm. Nothing much is happening, though it still feels nice. Am I doing something wrong?She gets frustrated easily.Liza: (I give up. Maybe I am just frigid. I just can’t seem to enjoy. I complied lifting my cardigan and slowly unbuttoning my shirt with trembling fingers. “Now before we do this are you sure”? He asked me. I shakily nodded my head he was asking me if I was really going to sleep with him, I was scared it would be my first time, in a stock cupboard at school ,the shame, but I wanted him. After all my body would not let me refuse. Trailing kisses down my neck across my chest and then finally my pouting nipple in his mouth, he was slowly suckling me while his. They told themselves it was to take the edge off the long drive.1 — SharonIt occurred to her, about halfway back to her place, that the quickie she'd had with Anne was wearing off. She was horny again. Sharon smiled as she thought about the double headed dong and the warming oils in the bag next to her. She clenched her pussy muscles... she'd be home in just 20 minutes. Maybe she'd burn some of the chips and watch her new DVD while she frigged herself? Definitely. The chips smelled so nice..