It had a carbon fiber shaft and a viscous broad head with blades that were curled into a circle around the shaft of the arrow. This was a killing weap...on, not a misfired target arrow.He studied the orientation of the arrow, figuring it’s path in his mind. It had come from the roof of his own dorm building and would have hit his heart if his subconscious mind hadn’t detected it.He plucked the arrow from the air and started to walk towards it’s source but stopped after a few steps.William! He. I took a little lube on my index finger and rubbed it around her very tight asshole. The view alone gave me a rock hard dick. As I worked my finger in her ass, I asked her what had gotten into her. She said after she had left my place last night she came home and heard her roommate, Jen, grunting really loud. When she peaked in the slightly open door she saw her roommate being fucked in the position she was in now and enjoying it very much. Roberta said she was turned on by the intensity. Itdisturbed her more and more. The Sissy that was her servant... and thebaby that had Sissy's face. How could it be? Yet she knew that somehowit had happened. They were one and the same! She just couldn't proveit and couldn't understand it.In her dream, her anger grew with her inability to reconcile the two.Finally, she began yelling at Sissy the servant. The moment she did,Sissy the baby began crying uncontrollably, as if yelling at oneaffected the other. But it wasn't proof! Wasn't it. “Hi sweetie, what can I get you? She asked. “Same as always, soda and lime,” I said. I watched as she made the drink, plenty of ice I noticed. She was as yesterday, topless, but tonight wore white satin shorts, very brief, very tight. I was about to take my drink into the changing room, when I saw a young guy I knew. Fuck! He’d already seen me. He was a friend of my friends son. “Hi Wendy,” he said, “fancy meeting you here.” He looked at me with hungry eyes, as he looked me up and down. I.