Of course, magic is often secretive business. Those who are actually able to accomplish something might not be publishing anything.Is there any way to...detect if anyone other than us is using real magic?There are many things we can try, but we have to build up this body's magical endurance, and I have to integrate many years of ingrained techniques with its nervous system. Perhaps, though, we can try a little simple scrying tonight before bed, if you're game.I'm more than willing. I love this. ." she glanced at Lea, "Friends like some waffles this morning?"A chorus of yeses came from just about everyone.Mike watched Kirsten for a moment, then, "I think we should table the game, at least for a little while." That's what I just tried to do," said Kirsten with a grimace, "without actually bringing it up." What game?" Asked Lea.He winced, then looked her in the eye, "We have a game where Kirsten is our ... submissive. She cooks for us, takes care of us, and ... well ... she has sex with. John did his best to keep and eye on the road between glances at his masturbating daughter. John and Tracy were about ten minutes from the cabin when John came in Tracy’s mouth. Tracy greedily took every drop of semen her dad gave her. As soon as they had turned off the highway, and Tracy had finished her third orgasm of the drive, she had taken her foot out of her dad’s crotch and replaced it with her head. She had unzipped his shorts, took his cock out, and slipped it in her mouth.Tracy. .. '"You know -- the kids' after-football party," Iris replied, suddenly realizing that she was on shaky ground."Those parties seem to be all the rage," Noreen mused."Well, Misha met Chris at one, and Anita met Tad -- Donna met Mac at one, actually," Iris pointed out."Why do you go?" Noreen asked.Stepping carefully, Iris said, "I guess they make me feel a little younger. I won't be catching a boyfriend at one, but they've been ... rewarding..." Really? Do you think I ought to volunteer?" Maybe..