Less headaches that way.Anyway, I was tired, pissed off and I wanted a drink - hell, I wanted a lot of drinks and I had a bottle of Jim Beam in my roo... that would do the job wonderfully. Stopping in the laundry room I was shovelling quarters into the Coke machine, for mixers, when Peters approached me."Did you hear what's happening, Sarge?" What's happening Peters?" The Group Commander's daughter has made some kind of bet that she can fuck every cop in the dorm in a single weekend. She's just. She stood tip toe and kissed me. Before I could approve or complain she dropped my boxer briefs to the floor. This was something new. She knelt down and then, before I brace myself, she takes me in her mouth.Looking down I see her wet brown hair swaying with the rhythm of her head bobbing back and forth on my dick. IT was great.She stopped before long saying, "I just wanted to prep you." She stood up, turned her back to me, placed her hands on the wall in front of her and commanded, "Fuck. A bit heavier than I typically would look at, regardless of her age, but being an "older" married guy, I had always looked at girls that would walk by or possibly catch my eye. And believe me, she caught my eye.At sixteen, probably about five foot six inches, about one hundred fifty to one hundred fifty five pounds, and although I am typically into looking at girls in the one hundred fifteen to one hundred twenty five pound size, I could not take my eyes off her teenage body, her cute face, and. .As we left the restaurant my mom said "I don't think we should be driving home in our condition." I glanced at my lush mom and thought that the cab home would cost too much. Before I could say anything she suggested "there's an inn right next door we should relax and sober up." Thinking no other way I agreed and we got a room. As it happens that the festival was in full swing the only room they had was a one bed suite. I got it without further contemplation.The room was nice, a little old.