All I had done was bypass the mundane methods. That wasn't really Magic.Well, mundane was going to be my middle name today. First up was my Architectu...e Design Communications course. For almost three hours, I worked on a drawing of a building only I could envision. I really didn't put a lot of thought into it, according to Professor Nielson, and I was given a lowly B+ for my effort.Next, I walked over to the Maverick Activities Center for Introduction to Architecture and the Design Professions.. I heard nothing as my engorged head slipped between her swollen lips, and then I began to ease in inch by inch. Knowing she wasn't as experienced as mom; I took my time sliding in. God, was I glad I did, she was so fucking tight I wondered if she was a virgin, but I never hit a hymen as I seated myself fully into her."Oh shit...oh God...noooo" my sister babbled. "Gay...I'm gay, I don't do guys..." my sister grunted as my full eight inches sank home.My ears registered her words, but my brain was. Slowly I opened the suitcase and took out a blindfold, ties, riding crop, paddle, a flogger and a glass butt plug with a rose on the base.Liza’s eyes sparkled as she saw the toys that we hadn’t used in the run-up to the wedding, the final stages of planning taking up too much time. I turned, slowly holding the flogger in my hand, walking towards my beautiful wife without haste. With each step, I softly swung the flogger into my open right palm. Liza stood still, waiting to see what I was going. Slicing through the tee she rubbed him down with a towel, his torso wrapped up she removed his shoes and socks. She stared at the long expanse of denim that clung to his legs. The man trembled. Frustrated at her embarrassment while the poor man froze to death she scolded herself and began to pull down his pants. She made it down his hips and paused a moment to take in that the man wore no underwear before pulling them of the rest of the way. She carefully dried his legs working up from his.