Pipes burst, properly antifreezed engines cracked, water wells and pumps in heated basements froze. Cattle froze to death standing. Cars had to be sta...ted hourly or they didn’t start until March. My Dodge was so tall off the ground that I could sit up under it ... the snows covered it over completely. The Vega and jeep were sheltered in the garage and wouldn’t start until I started a fire the cast iron furnace ... not that it mattered, the snowplows didn’t plow Wolf Creek for ten days. Sheets. I rolled over, getting up on my hands and knees. She moves behind me, and I can feel her fingers circling my asshole, gently applying lube. A lot of it, which I am grateful for. There is the sound of straps being snapped into place, then she moves up next to my head, the pink dildo firmly in place. "So, you going to help wet this up?" she asks. Realizing what she means, I turn my head, and it's my turn to start sucking. Knowing why, I try to spit as much as I can on it, feeling oddly turned on. "Will the bedroom be okay?" I hadn't thought of where I would actually perform the massage until just now. Her couch was too small and she had no massage table. I supposed that her bed would be the only place to do it. I followed her and the trail of candles to it. Her bedroom was dressed in white. White linens. White curtains. High pile white carpet. It was as if I had designed the room myself. She stopped and turned on her bare heel, facing me. The blankets had been peeled off her bed,. After giving her light pleasure, I switched my attention towards dinner and came out of kitchen with the intention to go down in the basement. “Papa, are you going in the bar”? She asked. “Yes honey” I replied. “Why do you take hard drinks, these are not good for your health.” She protested. “I will take something light today”, I said. “Beer?”, she enquired. “No, may be wine”. I replied. “Is it light” she asked. “Yes, rather good for health, a sort of soft drink for ladies”, I replied. “Does it.