Cathy said "Men do that, you will get used to it. Most of yourbras we bought do not have that pointed look. Isn't it fun though tohave all that attent...on? I really like the 50's look and thought youwould too."I said I was not looking for all that attention, especially from men. Itold her the less I have on my chest the better. She said to relax andget used to all this girly attention.Cathy wanted to hear more about my first day at work. I told her otherthan me being nervous most of the time, my. A picture formed in my mind of my petite mother, splayed out on her bed with her hair tusseled and small bits of perspiration on her brow, reaching down between her legs and pushing her "toy" up inside of her. My cock instantly stood at attention, the full 7 inches of it pressing against my underwear almost as if it were wondering what was outside that was so interesting. I "saw" her tits pushed up between her arms, the normally large areola condensed into rock hard nipples that stood up. Soft lips against hers, his mouth slightly open, warm and gentle, his lips moved, nibbling and caressing, and then she felt his arms snake around her, pulling her in close to his body as the kiss increased. His tongue met hers, rubbing and swirling in a sensual dance, a low moan rumbling from his chest as his arms tightened, his hips leaning in close, the cold night around them forgotten. Slowly the kiss finished and Misha buried his face into her neck, kissing and nibbling her neck with his. I still had my magic. I could feel the energy in me, aware of the world around me. The ground would answer my power, the air swirl and gust, waters crash, and fire burn. I could even sink my magic into the werewolves themselves and seize control of them like I had poor Relaria.I had never heard this was possible. It wasn’t an antimagic bomb detonating before me or an antimagic ring protecting the wolves. A force had attacked my magic. And I saw nothing. I felt nothing. It wasn’t magic that had.