“Holy fucking cow,” I said by mistake. But she kept at it. She kept on sucking, and licking, me off. Ohhh my fucking God! I was getting harder and...harder and more erect as the seconds ticked off the clock. How she did it was out of this world. She didn’t try too hard but she did it such a way, and at a certain pace, that she had me ready to cum all over her mouth, face, and even her bed. I don’t think she really cared that much if I did. She appeared as if she was on another planet, smiling. I wished I'd never changed PI, and I hadn't.Now this might get a little confusing, just try to bear with me. Remember time is something a god created for you, not gods like me. I remembered what I'd done and how it had been done and precisely what had happened to space, time, energy and matter. Forget the Higgs-Boson particle. It exists but there are a lot of weirder things than that.On Monday Mr. O'Patrick, my maths teacher (we called him The Terrorist, well he terrorised me anyway), had me. Skye and I shared a bottle of water between the next set of bands and I splashed some on my face to cool off. She poured some in her hand and ran it over her face as well.The Raveonettes played their set and my sister was on cloud nine for the entire time. They sounded great live, I had to admit, but I wasn't nearly as big a fan as Skye. When they played their cover of "I Wanna Be Adored" I thought she may cry. I don't think I had ever seen her so happy and that made this entire trip worth. "That is another bad job. We will have to clean out their pen from time to time. It might be more trouble than it is worth," I said."Maybe we could build a strong pen for them outside when they are larger," Caysha said."Maybe, we'll just have to try it out and see what happens. At any rate we can kill the large ones today and see if we can catch the small ones," I said, and then I went poking around in my stored things for some tow sacks. They were the best things I could think of for catching.