Sandra picked up two blankets, handing them to Brad. “It gets cold inside.”Jessica waved goodbye to them and walked towards the dressing room as B...ad and Sandra went to the concession stand. “I could use a hot coffee, would you like anything hot?”Brad gave a light laugh, thinking, “Yeah I’d like to have your hot looking body in bed!” “A hot chocolate would be fine, thank you.”Brad let Sandra lead the way to find a place to sit and watch the game. The rink was small with seating for about 500 on. He had been a terror on the football field in high school and college; he had considered the pro's but he knew that he's never be more than a back-up player and he didn't want that. In high school his teammates had tagged him "Bull", not only for the ferocious way he played defense but also for his frightening cock, which, when erect, stood almost a foot in height and which was as thick as a beer can.The second of the trio was the tallest and most talkative. Slim, whose given name was Robert, a. “Show me your tits, Carol,” he said, putting a plea into his voice.“These little things?” she said, covering her breasts with both hands.“Yes, those lovely little things. They really are lovely you know.”“Sarah’s got big boobs, Daddy. Wait and see.” Her subservient tone had returned.The door to the bedroom opened and Sarah reentered wearing a halter over her breasts and a Turkish towel wrapped around her hips.It took Paul a long second before he realized she was also wearing black dress gloves. . you don’t want kids, Celine?” she asked.“I don’t either,” Wes said protectively.“What?” Elena said. “Since when? You love children, Wes.”“I won’t argue that. I do love children, but I don’t want any of my own, Mom. I’m a surgeon. I won’t have the time to raise a family. I’d make a horrible fucking father, just like Dad.”The room went eerily quiet. Janie looked down at her hands and Elena looked like someone had slapped her. It was the first time Wes had ever mentioned his father in front of.