She had her own car, brilliant green eyes, a wicked sense of humor and a tremendous rack. She was also the girlfriend of our Alpha male, the unit comm...nder, a senior named Bishop. He was a gorgeous prick. Angela, as the daughter of the Admiral, was allowed essentially unfettered access to the Navy base, and we as good solid American high school students in the ROTC were also allowed the use of the Navy Exchange on base. One weekend in May, near the end of the school year, we were all invited to. I noticed Tracy giving Cathy the eagle eye trying to see how this little girl had managed to throw her brother for a loop. Tracy was firmly convinced that I had gone totally insane and that I needed professional help. She was there to save me from myself before I committed to a course of action destined to end in disaster. Tracy said "Brother dear, we need to talk privately," and led me to the bedroom closing the door. We sat on the bed while she decided how to handle the situation.I started it. The five people walked across the deserted banquet room floor and up on the stage. The woman with the briefcase walked to the audio-visual control console at the left of the stage and took a memory stick out of the briefcase and plugged it in. By the time Hank was behind the podium the wall behind him lit up with the title of his multi-media presentation: THE ROLE OF ROBOTICS IN WORKPLACE SECURITY.A white-haired woman opened the door to the banquet room and dragged a cleaning cart in. She was. I was hoping she would continue for some more time. But it seemed I was in for a treat. She entered my blanket, lower my pant, took out my dick, and started blowing me. Oh boy! The feeling of her lips around my dick, her tongue licking my penis and her sucking cock.Wow! I moaned, “Aah Ketkee.” Damn it. I had blown my cover. She stopped. Stayed right there. My cock in her mouth. Perhaps startled. Maybe shocked. I am not sure. I grabbed her hair and gently urged her to continue. She, too, was.