It was if I had split my mind into two separate minds. One was driving the bullet to its target in space; the other mind was moving the bullet sideway..., kind of like how a strong wind will move a bullet, but I was doing this twice, once to the left of the tree and once to the right after passing the tree. The odd thing is that it seemed to be in slow motion. I looked at the target and I was about a eighth of an inch off from the bull ring. I asked Fred what velocity was the bullet traveling. " May I see your whip?" asked Becky, " Mike has caned me but I have never been whipped !" " My flat is upstairs, you can come up if you like !" said Maria, throwing a long leather coat on. All three went upstairs, Mike asked Becky if she would like to be whipped with that whip, Becky said " OH YES BUT IT LOOKS VERY SEVERE! but I do want to!" " We will have to restrain you then Girl, take off your pants and get over to that padded whipping horse!" said Mike. He bent her over the end, leaving. Alex brought the foot of her upper leg to the knee of her lower leg. That lifted her knee high in the air and allow me better access to her hot pussy. She was soaked again, and I easily slid my fingers between her pussy lips and grazed her clit with each stroke. I would occasionally slide my wet fingers over her tightly puckered asshole. Alex was sucking harder and harder, and her pussy became wetter and wetter. She was pushing her ass back toward me to increase the pressure I had put on her. “You’ve changed a lot,” I tell him. He’s about to make a comment about how I look the same as I did when he first met me. It’s true the last time he saw me, he thought I was 16. He keeps his comment to himself and drives up the mountain slowly. Twists, turns, and about ten hidden side roads later, we reach the camp ground. I take my bags up to the little meadow and go to help Aaron’s mom unpack her car. “Shit,” she says, cursing under her breath. “What’s up?” I ask her. “Oh,” she says,.