She gasped. “It’s too big, daddy,” she whined.“Oh, come on.”She giggled a little but continued. “Too big, too big, too big, ugh!”“You�...�re crazy, bumpkin.”He held her tiny, soft waist tightly with his big construction worker hands and started drilling his cock into her fast. The blanket fell to her waist.She stopped making jokes. Instead, her mouth was agape, her eyes wide, her voice stuck at her throat, as he drove into her again and again rapidly. A low groan from her escalated into another. With my cock now shrinking, I suggested we get dry and dressed in clean clothes, naturally the girls wanted me to dry them off and they dried me. When we had dressed we had a bit to eat then went back out into the woods, we stayed away from the pond, instead playing on the rope slid and climbing frame, the girls wore skirts so as we climbed up If I looked up I could see up their skirts and see their camel toe well defined under their knickers. They of course knew what I was looking at and now. "Both our mothers were crying. Amy had cried her tears earlier today. She had moved to anger. I hadn't cried except in my heart for the betrayal by my parents and the humiliation that we had both suffered particularly Amy. I'm sure my face reflected my anger.Our fathers looked very troubled. I don't think that they had considered the possibility of this situation occurring.Mister Redd said, "Amy, how can we make things right. We did not mean for things to be this bad."Amy replied, "I don't. When you travel through a Vortex; the fabric of space that your atoms are normally connected to, leave that fabric behind, and reattach to the new fabric of the universe you are stepping into. It seemed to be a random fifty-fifty chance, if you went to a time where you already existed, if your brain would reattach to the same quantum fabric as your other self. If it doesn’t, you go brain dead. If it does, your other self goes brain dead. And brain dead, means totally dead, very quickly.I.