And then moved up against me, put her arm around me, and pulled me against her. And for what seemed to be an hour, we stood there, her half-dressed, m... wearing not much more, and kissing passionately, hungrily, and madly and crazily steamed up, turned on, and in a heated embrace.I couldn't fucking believe I Just did that. Here I'd gotten done officiating games with teenagers. And I was standing in the officials' room in a goddamn hockey rink with a half-naked teenage girl. I finally had some. . Ok.It wasn’t a smile in the classical sense of the word. She frowned less aggressively. Jessica was dressed like a prosecuting attorney on that morning. Her formal suit fit her frame perfectly. Jessica was thin, but not skinny. Her breasts were a little oversized for her body, and downplayed by the cut of her suit top. What I could see of her legs beneath the modest length skirt, was that they were slender and well - toned. I could imagine helping her out of every piece of her ensemble and. I got under the soothing, hot spray and became more than a little turned-on thinking about all the nubile, attractive studs that washed their buffed, muscle-bound forms in that same shower. I started soaping myself up and got my hair wet, pushing it all back over my shoulders.Suddenly, I turned around and found myself facing Michael again, only this time he was as naked as I was and was sporting a massive, rock-solid black cock that I had figured he would possess! Now, after seeing it first. The part of her large breasts that were inside her sheer housecoat were pressing against the thin material. Dad was never around when she let the black, muscular teenager boys in the back door and led them to the basement door. Mom opened the back door and a gust of wind blew in the same time the dozen of big, muscular, eighteen and nineteen year old black boys walked in. They were all soaking wet because it had started to rain heavily. It was still hot even though it was raining. The dozen.