I stop here every trip this way if they are open.” Deb was enjoying her food, and swinging her feet and ever so often brushed her dad’s legs. T...at he noticed it or had thought about her actions never crossed her mind. It did his. He sat there looking at her. Her hair pulled back with her sun glasses holding it back, her halter top showing way to much cleavage (she must have changed before she got back up he thought) for her age. Hell, she looked 20, not 16. And he noticed a few stares. Marisa blushed and reached for him to pull him down on top of her, but he pushed her hand away. “Tell me what you want,” Jeremy smirked. Marisa gave him a puzzled look. “You have to ask nicely for it…” he trailed off, leaning forward to caress her waist and teasingly rub the tip of his cock along her soaking slit, causing her to gasp and writhe underneath him. “Go on,” he encouraged. Letting out a frustrated moan, she looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes. “Please fuck me Jeremy." He shook. Jacob became a little rougher now and pulled both her legs over his shoulder in order to bring her wet cunt to his mouth. “John let her taste your cock”.John was amazed when she seemed desperate to take it down her throat; and was moaning in ecstatic delight as Jacob feasted between her legs. She had always expressed her disgust at oral; and here she was giving and receiving. “Jacob you are fantastic; she has never done these things before”.He took his mouth away just long enough to say “What. He came from Goole, in Yorkshire, and I was merely using the name accorded to the inhabitants of that fine town. The fact I also thought him a goolie had nothing to do with it.No 3 Squadron had been successfully carrying out their air firing training for about a week when on arrival at the squadron armoury one morning I was told by Sergeant Goolie to report to the Line Chief of 3 Squadron for ‘special duties’. I thought Goolie might have volunteered me as latrine orderly, but I was surprised to.