She wiggled her toes as she felt him grow even bigger. Doing this to him always excited her, she never got tired of being proud that she can do this t... him every time. She always got off knowing she can turn her man on this much. She could almost feel like her vagina was being molested as she was molesting him at this moment it was tingling so much. She could feel her juices starting to flow full force. She wanted him so much she didn’t care where she had him. ‘I’ll go first.,’ she said. She. The whole place was sticky, and smelled like dick. My pussy immediately flared out its lips and started leaking into my panties. I chose the middle stall and went in. I had certainly heard of gloryholes before, but I had never encountered one until that day. They were holes about seven inches around, with duct tape along the sides. I wiped off the toilet, and pissed as I read the things on the wall. Obviously a lot of men used this stall to get sucked on by what I presumed to be other guys at. When Blake described the storm, the Lieutenant looked at him puzzled. "There was a report of a severe storm several hundred miles south of Texas. There is no way you drifted there and back here in a few days. I don't know if your telling sea stories of lost your mind." The Lieutenant stared at him for several minutes. "Master at Arms," he called. The door to his stateroom opened. A rotund Irish man stepped into the room. "Sir?" Put the Sargent into the brig. We'll turn him over to the Army when. Um," was all I could get out of my mouth. At that moment, you spilled the wine glass onto the lower part of your skirt. I recovered enough to blurt out, "Here, let me help you with that." I grabbed a bar towel and came around the bar. I dropped to my knees, dabbing at the wet spots on your skirt. You pulled the skirt away, revealing a long, shapely leg and open toed sandals. You propped the leg on my shoulder and bent your knee, pulling me closer. Subtlety not being my strong suit sometimes, I.