Their progress slowed us down.It still took time to get to the stream and to check it out. There we got lucky as we found it frozen over and from the ...ook, passable to human traffic. Of course it meant first checking it out, and once again, I decided I was going to do the job.I did it for the most obvious reason and not because I didn’t want to risk one of my people going through the ice and getting wet. I did it because I was the heaviest person there, although Burton was close to my weight. I. Getting back to my room, however, there was a significantly strangerchange at hand.I didn't notice it at first, as I re-applied deodorant to myself at theother side of the room, but after I turned I noticed a big change to thefundamental piece of bedroom furniture.My bed. Or at least, a bed. It wasn't the same one that'd been there anhour before."What the... fuck?" I said, looking it disbelief at it.Sitting in the place of my double bed was a small, single-sized bed,much like the one I'd had. With its front wheel caught, the rear wheels clawed at the air. Both men were ratcheted against their seat belts. The cabin and its contents twisted violently. Thorne screamed. Wade clung to the console. The tractor teetered for a moment then–accompanied by the loud report of metal snapping in two–turned over. Rolling down the hill the vehicle violently expended its momentum. The separated left front wheel followed after. Wade escaped the accident without serious injury. Thorne was not so. One thing led to another, and I fucked her thirteen year old daughter. That was last month. This story happened yesterday. She showed up at my house to go to the beach with her mother and my family. She seemed so mature to me now. I always saw her as a little girl, but never since her muff enveloped my six inches of hard dick in a warm, infinitely tight embrace. She came in and sat next to me on the couch as I played Playstation. Her mother went on to talk to my parents in the living room. I.