They seemed to have a lot of bad magician’s, and Ethan was giving Leslie a lot of grief.At least I knew I wasn’t responsible for them. Well, I hop... not. Ethan and that Aunt Di of his had both made my skin crawl when I had met them. Ethan hadn’t been the Domo then, but his mother had been very sick.I’d tried to heal her. I suspected she was being poised and knew she was in good health when I left. She had even gotten pregnant again before I left. I heard a few years later that she had sickened. . what can I say?There are events that happen in very little time, and which change everything for the participants. It happens all the time, every day, continually. Most of the time it happens to somebody else. If you think about it, you'll remember some of those events yourself. Some of those events are big, like when they announce who won the election of the president.But most of them are small, affecting only a few people ... such as an uncle, and the niece he just fucked for the first. " Then she brought her other hand over to reach together and unclasp his jeans. She slowly pulled his fly down, each row of teeth seeming to take forever to build up tension, then release and separate, build tension, release and separate, build tension, release and separate... until it was all the way down. And his cock was straining to burst out of his boxers. His heart jumped as she reached into the hole in his underwear searching around for the treasure in there. She had it in her hand,. Technically called the frenulum, I prefer to think of it as my 'friendulum', because it is, if nothing else, especially open to friendship, and is the most sensitive spot on my penis.This lips-tongue soft chewing motion threw wicked sensations into every part of me, from my penis to my brain, spreading pre-orgasmic bliss throughout my body. These pleasure spikes even made my nipples tingle. Although my thoughts were fairly incoherent, I do recall specifically tagging that motion as a technique.