Calming the girls on the way to the cabin

The trip to the cabin was as easy as Chinese Algebra, and no sooner than the jokes subsided did Ginny's knuckles turn white on the steering wheel. Every bump brought a sharp intake of breath, and the space between snow drifts was spent speeding up so they could make it through the next drift or wash of snow. Every eye was on Ginny as she kept getting more and more tense, and every time she grunted against the 4x4's lurching charge through the snow, the other four people in the car took a sharp intake of air.

"Don't worry, baby," Matt said, the words coming out of his mouth a second before Keith could say something. He turned around and saw that he was speaking mostly to Cass and Julia. "Don't worry, we'll be all right. She's a fucking park ranger...she's trained to drive through this shit," he said, his voice sounding deeper than normal against the shriek of the storm outside.

"That's right," Keith said quietly. As I turned, he put his hand on her hip and gave her a squeeze. "Ginny's one of the best, and it's not too much farther," he said, looking all three of them in the eyes in turn. He noticed Cassandra's eyes were half lidded and then he noticed Matt's hand had slid into the hip of her snow suit. The bulky suit hid exactly what he was doing, but it was pretty obvious as she arched against the seat.

"Calm down, Cass," Keith whispered. Her hands went to the strong thigh on her right and to the slender-but-snow-suit-covered thigh to her left.

"Don't stop," she said so quietly it was lost to the storm; Keith could only barely see her lips move to speak it. But it wasn't much sooner than that was said that her eyes flew open and Matt's long fingers slowly appeared, glistening in the lights of the dash and the reflection of the headlights off the near-white out. Cassandra let out an unhappy moan but she was obviously more relaxed. Julia eyed the long fingers with wanton desire but stayed where she was. Matt noticed and pushed his fingers in front of Cassandra and the redhead didn't hesitate; she sucked the long, thick fingers into her mouth like a cock and silently slurped that Indian girl's cum from them.

Keith's meat wasn't softening in the least and he found his fingers exploring in between the gap in Ginny's coat and pants, pushing that gap wider and exposing more of her skin. He knew it was forcing her to concentrate harder, but it was making her jaw clench and unclench in concentration. After another moment, the Jeep lurched to a stop and Matt pulled his fingers back. They glistened in the low light of the vehicle, not with cum, but with Julia's saliva. She looked like a junkie that had just gotten her fix, and Cassandra looked like she was craving more.

"All right, we're here. It's nearly a white-out, so we're all going to get out of the vehicle and hold hands as we walk up to the cabin; it's about 100 feet from where we're at. It sounds kinda like kindergarten, but it keeps us from getting lost in the storm. Everybody grab your shit, we're heading out!" Keith said authoritatively and pushed his door open against the storm.

It took almost three minutes to walk those 100 feet against the storm, wading through waist-deep snow. Those three minutes felt like thirty, but soon enough, they were inside the cabin and the storm was only heard battering windows and doors of the cabin.