Bobby was breathing harder now. So was I. I pulled up on his cock with one hand and slid his trunks down with the other. It popped out. It looked larg...er than before. I guess because my eyes were closer to it. I admired its shape and texture as I continued to massage it. It would pulse and jerk in my hand.Bobby’s cock was fully erect now and as hard as the rock where I hid my clothes. Even though it was so hard, it felt very soft on my fingers. I stroked it up and down slowly. I had no idea of. ”“Why?”“You’ve lived in Texas all your life,” I said. “You’ve never had to shovel snow.”“Okay.”“Think about being out in a giant sand box, and you have to make a path from one end to the other. You shovel sand out where you start, and you shovel and shovel. For each scoop of sand you move, half of it is replaced by the sand next to it.”“I thought snow was lighter and stuck better than sand.”“It is and it does, but you get the idea. It’s not as simple as sweeping your floor or shoveling some. Every inch he went in raised my excitement level. I was riding giant waves of lust as my body worked its way toward orgasm. I felt Martin's body pressed as tightly against me as it was possible for him to do. He was trying to drive even more cock into me than he had. Then he quickly pulled back and drove painfully against me again. He was trying to torture me with his cock. I could feel my body fighting to respond as quickly as he pistoned into me, but it was hopeless. I could not process all. I was aware that Michelle was the only one out of the three of us who had not cum yet, and I was not about to dissapoint.I reached up and mauled the girls' full warm breasts through the thin fabric of her tank-top.She moaned.I pushed the tank-top up,over her lucious breasts,drawing the left one down and into my mouth.The nipple stiffened immediately,like a little rubber fruit,which I sucked deep into my mouth,lavering it with my tongue.I switched my attentions to the right one,already.