My sister served me breakfast and I was watching her actions and behavior and she behaved normally. Later that night I again heard moans of my sister....I got some courage and tried to open the door and to my surprise the door was open. I peeked inside and saw that she was masturbating by watching something on her phone. I came back to my room and thought that maybe she’s missing her husband and slept.The next day I noticed something different about her. She was flaunting her curves openly. Her. .. sure." "I can barely make this out..." "Oh, small print?" she stammers. "Sure... let's see..." She can feel her heartbeat in her chest.It is a large book, and I place it over her lap. "Oh, might you start reading here?" I say, pointing to the paragraphs with the small print. She begins reading it aloud to me. I move closer to her. In fact, my knee is touching hers. She begins reading aloud."Oh, maybe you should whisper," I say, "so we don't disturb others..." "Oh, yes, of course..." She. Another upward thrust and a feeling of unrivalled lust washed over me as I looked down and watched myself squirt my juices all over you, it was the most incredible sight. More you told me and continued to thrust high up into my cavity, and again I felt the pressure against my g spot and I let out a primeval cry as our fuck juices continued to literally pour out of me, spraying your cock and balls, and soaking your body. Still impaled on you, I leaned forward onto your chest, stunned at the. For many smiths, it’s an unconscious sense, and they just feel what to do. For those with an active Talent, it allows them to do many things that lesser smiths can’t and to achieve remarkable results,” I finished, but could see that he still needed a fuller explanation, and the answer came to me in a flash, perhaps from the “Book of Dreams’ which I was still holding.“Think of your Talent as a pipe through which Magic flows, just as water flows through a pipe, and just as there are many sizes of.