"Sorry I'm so late. Here." You speak almost without thinking, touching your magical rod to the leg of one of the injured men nearby. "Crystal Heal!" A...bright pink light shines, and when it fades the injury on the man's leg is healed."Holy shit!" The man gasps grabbing around his leg, looking for what was once a gash that had shattered his bone. Nodding, you move on to the next injured person and the next, healing the men, women, and even the animals that had been injured by the mysterious. That'd be really groovy!I wrote some more poetry. I got bored writing about cats. I thought I'd write about what you feel when you've had a real good trip. Here it is:For oft, when on my bed I lieIn vacant or in fucked up mood, They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of being stoned;And then my heart with pleasure fills, And boogies with the daffodils.I managed to get 'fuck' in again, but I'm not sure how to get the poem started. But I like the idea of daffodils. I really like this. "You look very ready to me..." I reached down and felt her wet pussy. I showed her her juices."I..I" she was about to speak but I grabbed her hair and shoved my tongue into her mouth. I took my free hand and started rubbing her clit. She moaned in my mouth, I could feel her getting wetter and wetter. She enjoyed this? I pulled away and gently put her onto the ground, I knelt between her legs playing with her boobs while doing so. I moved closer to her Pussy and she reached for my head to push. I have always been attracted to sluts and she fit the bill perfectly. I first met her in 10th grade while she was being gang banged at a neighborhood party. Every boy there was fucking her and shooting off either in her mouth or in her little pussy! While she laid there, covered in sweat and cum, I fucked her myself and knew that this was the woman for me.After high school, we got married and I even let her fuck all my buddies on our wedding night! Now, I take her to parties where she would.