It had to be. The last thing he remembered was being in the locker room with Angie. He felt himself stir at the memory. His hand went down to his crot...h just to make sure. Yes, it was back. He was a man again, wearing his dark blue baggies trunks. His body was the masculine body he'd always had.He heard a moan and looked over in that direction. Angie was in another hammock a few feet away. Deke half expected her to be a busty blonde for some reason, but she was her athletic, brunet self,. We would be playing on Saturday night at 7 so Coach wanted to match the conditions as close as possible. I told Casey I would meet him back at the field house around 4:30 for us to meet with Coach. Casey agreed and said he had some errands to run.I was super horny after watching Casey and Coach all afternoon long. Coach was super hot as well. He was only a few years older than we were. We were his first class out of college. He was married but he and his wife didn't have any k**s yet. Rumor was. No whizzy rockets flying off into the night sky and exploding in a starburst of a trillion, million colours, just damp squibs prancing just out of reach of my digits urgent caresses. It was most frustrating. Now, I'm a perky, pokie, bouncy, jiggly, wiggly sort of teen-angel and I don't give up easily, so all night I stroked and rubbed and twisted and pinched and flicked and teased and filled the pulsing hole of my neediness with rampant, demanding fingers until I was just sweat covered,. She filled her glass again and drank the wine deliberately. She had a warm buzz from the drinks. She dropped her hand to her crotch and lay back thinking lascivious thoughts. Rita was a woman who was always horny, she didn't need the wine to prompt her to begin masturbating but it helped. Her nipples hardened as her finger rubbed softly against her clit. She began slowly pinching a hard nipple with one hand while she massaged her button. She wasn't about to get herself off, just in the mood to.