”Ty shrugged.“Well, son, I was just like you once. My obsession with conjuring cost me my first marriage and I barely scraped a living doing it fu...l-time for a couple of years until I discovered I was cursed with real magic. I was married too and had a baby girl once. I did the card tricks and sleight of hand, made both my wife and kid laugh. But then I lost my job during the oil crisis — don’t worry, it was well before your time —and I tried to do conjuring tricks for a full-time living. I. He was the typical High School ‘Big Man on Camps’ sort, just starting his first year of college and soon to discover that he wasn’t the big fish in a small pond anymore. I unfortunately already knew exactly how big and uncaring the pond was and, at the relatively ancient age of 21, just didn’t have the patience to deal with the stupidity that comes so naturally to a guy who’s just getting out from under his parents thumb for the first time. He’d been flirting with Jen since classes started and,. At least that’s what my brain thought, but my body had far different ideas. The pressure of Traci’s lovely wet cunt around my prick, the spasming of her muscles, and the feeling of her breasts pressing into my chest was too much to bear. I could feel my balls tightening, my prick made a few involuntary squeezes and contractions, and I groaned loudly as I felt the familiar hot surge of my come spurting up my shaft and deep inside her. There were four big, strong spurts, and my orgasm tapered off. "But it makes things. Real things." She giggled. "Have you watched Susan? She does STUFF. With metal an' plastic, and it's like Play-Doh for real!" That's what makes the world go round, little one," I said."Dad thinks you're crazy, you know," Rachel said.I know that. I and Sim, Rachel's dad, had many conversations. Sometimes he drops into the office. Sim and I exist in different worlds. He's in academia, facing a different reality than I and my fellow engineers (and yes, I add Jason and the.