Michael took his time licking and teasing his daughter’s pussy, bringing her to the edge of climax with his flicking tongue, only to gentle his pace...at the last minute and keep her orgasm at bay. He was driving her insane and he knew it, adding to his own pleasure while making her body squirm beneath his mouth. He slid one long finger into her slick opening. Her incredible tightness gripped his probing finger and she cried out with shameless bliss. Sarah rocked her body against his hand, riding. The sight of him doing this to me and for me made my cock seem to swell even harder and I could feel my precum being pulsed out of where ever it is stored. Paul was moaning as he tasted it being expelled into his mouth, both his hands moving up my side and slid over my chest to reach my sensitive nipples. Tingling was going everywhere amplified by the grass, I dropped my legs on either side of the foot stool of the chase so that Paul had better access to my balls. This was the best blow job I. I just couldn't let that happen. I'd do whatever it took to get out of there...My ankles wobbled a bit despite the fact that the heels were only three inches. The only shoes that would fit me, she'd said. I'd gotten upset when she'd started in on my face with the heavy makeup, but she'd given me a drink to calm me down and reminded me about the police. Since then, everything had been kind of dreamy. Just as well, though. If it hadn't been for the drink, there was no way I would ever have let. So I was observing mostly. And encouraging or correcting as needed. Now there was a lull as happens, in real combat and here in training. I had a good familiarity with this site here in the woods. I had been through Drill Sergeant School right here. All candidates for Drill Sergeant went through training at Fort Jackson now. So from that experience, and the last two years I had spent as a DS, I knew the terrain and geography well. We were quite close to an abandoned concrete bunker. It was.