They're wrong, of course. Magic most certainly exists. But it has historically been the case that those with the means and motives to actively seek it... out were already more or less free to do whatever the fuck they wanted. Why would a king, upon whose whims men live and die, also need to be able to fly? Why should a foppish dandy, spending only a fraction of his inheritance on magical study and already up to his eyebrows in freaky sex, also get to talk to birds? They already lead lives so far. Hiscock was out. He grabbed my hand and used it to masturbate him. "Lickyour hand," he said shoving my own hand in my face. "Get a lot of spiton it" I spit into my hand and licked all over my own hand. I was sototally stoned from the weed at this point and I totally didn't careanymore. My wet hand was guided back to his cock where my saliva lubedit and the jerk off session continued. I looked over and couldn't seemy girlfriend. The seat in front of me was shaking and then I saw oneher. "Oh please sir.." was all he could manage to get say as he let out a shallow moan. I rubbed my thumb over his young hole and then I leaned forward and flicked the tip of my tongue over his hole. Kevin jumped as the electric shock of my tongue raced through his body. I grabbed hold of his waist and working his hole over with my tongue. As I built up the intensity, Kevin squirmed against the wall, his panting audible even over the spray from the shower.AFter several minutes of working over his. After about 15 minutes she turned onto all fours and re inserted the dildo so it was now able to fully enter her and she was thrusting harder and harder until she felt her now soaking wet pussy and clit shudder under the intense climax she has experienced for to infrequently. She remembered her recent holiday when she had eventually lost her cherry and wished she had the freedom to participate more often in the real pleasures. Her toys were a poor substitute for the real thingWho knows what.