Shewas a trickster mage and maybe that is what she saw. Trickster magic inits raw free form. But if she was right why did it cling to people.Shouldn't... it be everywhere? Again she concentrated. This time on theglow itself. It brightened and now she saw. The world was tinted in it.Like a fine fog, it was everywhere, but so faint that it was outshinedby the auras that people carried around.Abandoning the thought, for now, she concentrated on something else. Ifit really was trickster magic then. You pull the elastic from my skin and slide your icy hands into my pants. “Nice and warm,” you moan. I lift my eyes to see a couple sitting on the dunes not far behind you both looking admirably at us. My heart thumps and I wonder if I should tell you or if I should it be a surprise. I step back from you and pull my thick shaft from the comfort of my briefs. Grabbing the back of your hair I pull you down onto your knees and press the tip of my cock to your lips. You look up at me and smile. This was in the seventies and my mom was a by-product of those times, she rebelled against her parents and married my dad against her parents’ will. After I was born, the hostilities were ended and my grandparents grudgingly accepted my dad. In time they had learned to respect him and now remain in very good terms with each other. Their love affair is a long tale worthy of its own telling, which I would rather not expound on. Having grown up in the congested streets of New York, I adored the. “Why do I need more than one?”“You’ll need a cart bag for when we play. It’ll help you organize the clubs and it’s big enough to hold extra gloves, raingear, plenty of balls, tees, and first aid supplies in case you get a blister or a cut. It’ll also have a compartment that’s insulated to keep cold water or Gator Aid. On the downside, cart bags are heavy so when we go to the range to practice you’ll want something lighter and easier to carry. I also use mine when I travel. She selected one.