Stacy was always just the average small town daughter. She was a cheerleader for many years. Always got good grades. Our family was always as normal a...s could be. We where the type of family you would see on TV. Stacy and I where never close. We never really connected as father and daughter. She was into pop music cheerleading and boys. I was into Elvis, fixing cars and sports. Not to much in common there. I knew she cared about me and she knew I cared about her but it was never said. I was. First Speak is necessary if you want to master magic. He taught me some elementary magic but not the more arcane stuff, like conjuring elementals and such. It was too dangerous, he said. Even he held back when it came to black magic.He also made me read the business news, so I said, "What the hell do we need to learn about business for? Our business is to suck blood."That earned me this long lecture on how important it was to maintain a front and not show what we really were and that the best. She lived in a shabby chawl system society and had no children out of her grotesque marriage.The only visitor my aunt had was an old lady with whom she would chat over other people’s business. Sometimes I eavesdropped on their conversation and found that it was about scandalous affairs.I started having pervert thoughts over my aunt from the things I had heard her say to the old lady. I thought it would be inappropriate to take advantage of her hospitality, so I distracted my mind by chatting. Ray and his wife headed out to hit the bar. They started in a quiet place close to the hotel. Amy looked incredible in her short yellow dress. They found a quiet table at the back of the bar and Ray went to get them both a drink. As Ray walked back to their table, he could not help but notice that Amy's dress had ridden up her thighs and he could almost see her panties. His cock strained in its cage, and, when he glanced down, the outline of the cage was obvious. Ray sat at the small table.