They're wrong, of course. Magic most certainly exists. But it has historically been the case that those with the means and motives to actively seek it...out were already more or less free to do whatever the fuck they wanted. Why would a king, upon whose whims men live and die, also need to be able to fly? Why should a foppish dandy, spending only a fraction of his inheritance on magical study and already up to his eyebrows in freaky sex, also get to talk to birds? They already lead lives so far. His father’s cock ... it juts out before him. The man is completely naked. His own clothes are neatly folded and draped over the sink. He is fresh from the shower. He reaches for the boy, his fingers curling to grip his hair. Robert sobs again and shakes his head, trying to struggle to get away. But he doesn’t, he never does. Instead, Robert just kneels there and let him stroke his hair. His father’s fingers suddenly tighten their grip and he pulls the boy forward. Robert shuffles his knees. ”Susie spoke, “Aren’t you going to give me a hug?” And with that Bob went in for an enormous bear hug. Bob could feel her flesh underneath the thin material of her T-shirt. Then Bob kissed her, and that turned into a deeply passionate kiss with lots of tongue that lasted for 2 to 3 minutes. When they stopped, Bob suggested, “Please come in.” Bob showed her his humble abode, Bob motioned to the couch, “Please take a seat, how have you been?”Susie continued, “I’m doing well, do you know it’s been. Yes, there was no denying it, she had enjoyed it a great deal. As a matter of fact she had always been taken into the grip of indescribable erotic pleasures whenever she had these nightmares. Was she going crazy? Could it be possible that all this was in her mind? Then how could she explain the sloppy condition between her legs at this very moment? The wetness there was not only her own. She was sure of that. The smell on her fingers when she dipped them between her cunt lips was unmistakable..