If he got any more rowdy, I expected the officers tocharge him with something.I sighed. I wished I knew what was going on in that boy's head. I had no...dea why he seemed to be so obsessed with me. But one thing was becomingclear to me: Johnny Crawford did not like it when he didn't get his way.But I didn't care."Are you okay?" Dad asked me. I looked over at him. The concern creasinghis eyes was evident, and I could feel the love and support behind them.I nodded. "Yeah, I just don't like that boy. He reached back and clasped her bottom and pulled her to him. He could feel her breasts push into his back and her hips on his butt.He turned in her arms and they kissed, long, slow, and passionately as the warm water cascaded over them. Brent felt his cock hardening again and he took her hand and guided it to his manhood. She smiled as she understood, and she turned her back to him, placing her hands against the tiled wall of the shower stall. She spread her legs, and looking over her. “Holy shit, you’re tight. Damn.” Somehow, she found the breath and presence of mind to say, “Oh god. So big. Wait. Wait.” He paused, throbbing powerfully, and she leaned her head up to look over her breasts. Her eyes popped wide open when she realized that barely half of him was inside her. “You okay?” She let her head drop back to the table. “Just… Oh my god. Easy. Please.” He grinned, pulling back until only the bulbous head remained inside her, then pushed back in again to the same depth as. Emma was too dazed to do anything besides stare at the smear. Fortunately, Jess took over.“Aaron, you were in charge of cleaning up all the mess,” she said. I didn’t like the tone.“Yes, Ma’am, I was just finishing,” I answered. I resumed cleaning up the last of the jizz.“No, I don’t think you’re done,” she said slowly. She let her words sink in before explaining.“See,” she continued, gesturing at Brent’s dick, “there is still a mess on the end there. And on the end of Mike’s as well. Get a.