The road that magic takes is the road it chooses, and seldom the road we would choose for it. So my master says, and so too do I find myself coming to... believe. A draught or tonic would be difficult to administer to someone not awake or aware enough to swallow. A balm or potion might not deliver its benefits to internal injuries with the same speed and efficacy as it would to external ones.Since I was looking for a substitute for my post-battle healer's trance, a draught was probably what I. She was/is a great sex partner. Nothing was/is off-limits to her. I had fucked every hole she had multiple times and given her load and load of cum. She was a squirter and loved to Jill off in front me and with me, having me pop my load in her waiting mouth or at the entrance of her asshole so she could feel it ooze out as we lay in bed afterwards. I especially liked it when she used a dildo on her cunt, listening to that juicy slurping noise while I fucked her asshole.After our last. Ella got up and Jason once more began fucking Maggie’s mouth. Ella kissed Richard on the mouth probing its depths with her tongue and rubbing her large tits against him. ‘It’s not fair’ Richard thought Maggie only has small tits but nobody ever seemed to want to make fun of that!’ Yet it seemed to be open season on his cock. Richard satisfied himself with rubbing and caressing the fine black tits in front of him. Meanwhile Ella slipped her hand into Richard’s trousers. She laughed as her hand. I enquired the people around there. Someone said she went behind the bushes. She had wandered away. I panicked. A not-so-much-used narrow path was leading in one direction. That was the only possible route she could have taken in that mountain terrain. After ten minutes walk in dismay, I found an angel taking bath in a small pool surrounded by beautiful locale, my God, it was my mother! I became angry first, but cooled down immediately looking at her serenity. I walked up and called her to come.