Nope

Tom had enough mental images from the last 8 hours or so to keep him masterbating for years.

He sat down on the can and remembered the panties he stashed in his backpack. He pulled out the black thong that belonged to Jo. He gave it a deep sniff and let the musky vaginal scents **** his nostrils.

He began to stroke his growing dick as he recalled Daphne's hard nipples and smoking hot body. The slick precum lubed his rod as he thought about Jo's bent over tits that hung at just the right angle making a tear drop shape. And those long legs leading up to her bent over ass and twat.

Tom closed his eyes. He didn't need too much stroking to get him near the edge. He had been there all night.

"Why sniff those panties when you can get your nose in the real thing," Jo whispered in a husky voice as she silently closed the curtain behind her.

"Shit!" Tom exclaimed as she startled him from his vigorous dick pumping.

Jo sat on the edge of the bathtub and dropped her towel. Again, Tom was presented with her fantastic naked body. "My clit is craving your tongue Tom, if you don't stop staring at my tits and get on your knees, I swear I'm going to scream and wake everyone the fuck up."

Tom snapped out of his stupor and got on his knees in front of Jo. She spread her legs as his face approached her wanting slit. Tom's dick was literally dripping clear fluid on the rug as her sex aroma registered in his brain.

Tom started with a light lick above her clitoris and Jo moaned softly. He continued tracing around but not on or in her eroginus zone. Jo's hands wrapped around the back of Tom's head. She gently pulled his face towards her moistened snatch.

Wow, Tom thought to himself and thought of her turned on by witnessing the panty sniffing. That was one crazy bitch and he was starting to like it. Being stranded in a blizzard might not be all bad after all.