I was in college back then and by the look of how I dressed and behaved I suppose most people would have considered me to have been a bit of a tearawa.... Personally, at the time I figured that I was the local incarnation of Arthur Herbert Fonzarelli, the Fonz to most people. Like Fonzie I sported a tight pair of denims and a leather jacket. And I'm not blowing my own trumpet here when I say that I had no shortage of females volunteering to ride pillion on my Moto Guzzi. Yeah well, I was god's. She had not seen her mother yet. She turned onto her side, her small hand reaching for her brother's cock."Ooo, it's hard again, Davy!" she squealed in delight.With his eyes directly on his mother, Dave arched his hips to his sister's hand. Joann couldn't breathe as she watched her daughter caress Dave's cock through his pants. There was a heat in her green eyes that caused them to focus only upon Judy's hand as the fingers rubbed the length of that hard-on."Squeeze it, Judy," Dave said, still. Traffic was stalled in both directions. Every few minutes I would advance about a car length. Twenty minutes of this and I was getting bloody frustrated. I noticed then that the car beside me, going east, was a new Mustang convertible. The top was down. Since I was at a higher level in my truck, I could see into the car. The male driver was about my age. He was slim, balding, clean-shaven and, generally, a good looking guy. He was wearing summer shorts and had a fairly hefty bulge between his. Choosing the wrong partner is fatal for you and me, since we probe the boundaries of our Art and cannot afford one mistake of maintaining control.’ ‘So that’s why. . .’ she murmured. Her heart wanted to continue the subject, but her soul told her the time was wrong. If she passed the Vigil, then the conversation could continue, if she wanted. ‘Bela and Magda were students of mine, good students. They showed great promise, and would have been wise and powerful mages. But they chose not to try.