Yup

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.

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

He closed his eyes and pointed his cock down into the toilet and let his load blast as his balls emptied. "Fuck me," he whispered.

Tom heard a muffled giggle and looked up. Jo was looking at him through the curtain. She blew him a kiss and moved out of sight.

Wow, Tom thought to himself and wondered if she witnessed 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.

Tom straightened up the bathroom and wrapped his towel around himself. He joined his sleeping friends by cuddling next to Daphne under their blanket. His limp cock began to chubby up as he felt his hot friend's body warmth, but exhaustion ultimates caught up to him and he fell into a deep sleep.