You know, where the impossibly pretty daughter needs her Daddy to deflower her for no particular reason then turns instantly into a nympho?”I nodded..., delighted to learn that someone with real experience of the genre thought my work was special.“Mark found you first, then he told me and, well, we’ve been enjoying them ever since.”“It feels as if you have real empathy for your characters,” Mark joined in. “As if you had had some experience of our situation yourself.”It was an invitation to share. I saw her little fur patch completely disappear, as my cock pushed it up inside her pussy.“She screamed and I knew it was because her pussy hair was almost pulled out when my cock rammed into her, taking that little black patch of fur with it. Helen pulled her back and dropped her again on my cock - this time, her pussy fur was wet and she took my cock all the way.“She grinned at me and we started fucking like old friends. I really did love this young girls pussy - almost as much as Helen’s.. Two hours later I was back up and moving around. I decided to take a shot at fishing in the lake. I slipped the butt end of my own home made pocket fisherman into the scooter’s saddle bags. The short two foot long fiberglass ice fishing rod stuck out above the scooter’s frame.I rode the couple of blocks from the campground to the marina and paid the man there to fish. Everything was about money, but it was their lake so their rules applied.My bait was a couple of slices of fresh bread. I made. Isaac was not immune from the defects that beset the station. Oxygen levels were variable: sometimes he had a boost of rather more than was good for him and sometimes he was suffocated by the lack of it. Some days the temperature was so low that Isaac's fingers were blue and numb. On other days he sweltered in temperatures that due to his observance of modesty he had to suffer in a blanket of sweat.One day, he was stranded in a section of the exercise chamber with just one other would-be martyr.