. to help with all the animals and shovel the snow. You three are my heroes.”“There was so much snow! I didn’t know there could be so much snow!...I didn’t know there could be so much anything! And it was so cold, I thought my feathers would fall off. But you work and you warm right up, you warm right up! We dug and dug and dug and dug and dug-”Lorraine stifled Steve with a cracker before he could get too hyped up.“So what are you three into?” Elise asked. The girls stiffened, not quite. And again, like most boys, he used all sorts of ways to get his cock hard, and to reach that lovely, bursting moment of self-induced orgasm.Sometimes he used pictures--he especially liked the ones that showed two or more chicks sucking each other off--and sometimes he used books, and sometimes he just let his mind play, whipping his root while he fantasized about fucking the shit out of some fox he knew at school, or had seen on the street, or in a movie. Sometimes he even got himself off. When she noticed my attention she spoke. "Tribune? Was the Morocco on this mission?"Tribune Octavian looked tired and confused so I whispered in his ear. "Her man serves on the Morocco. He was here about a week ago on a one-day pass."The man sighed. "Yes, the Morocco was there, but we don't have confirmation on what happened to her yet. The reports I have say that one Goddess class battlecruiser fought her way out with a destroyer escorting her. The problem is that there were two Goddess class. It was a perfect moment, the two of them joined in the most intimate way possible, in their own private little world. The quiet union was, however, metastable; in a short time, small quiet movements by one partner triggered quivers and shakes in the other until neither could resist sliding and thrusting. Slide and thrust turned into buck and howl as peace and quiet fled the scene.They made mad love far into the night; Robby took her to undreamed of heights. She was shamelessly wanton with him.