"Sandra approached. There was no fear on her sweet, innocent face. Her blue eyes seemed to sparkle with an inner mischief. She came to stand near Joyc...'s knees, but her eyes were now fixed upon Bobby's still-exposed cock."How long have you been standing there, Sandra?" Joyce asked, her voice still quiet. "What did you see?"With her eyes still gazing at Bobby's cock, Sandra replied, her voice soft, "I been there long enough, Joyce. I saw what you did to Bobby."Joyce was silent for a while,. It occasionally swirled against her rosebud or reentered her pussy to explore its inner contours. Her professional demeanor had now completely vanished. Her ass wriggled with every penetration. The clamps on her nipples shot bolts of pleasure directly to her wide-open cunt. Her juices flowed copiously, flooding past her drenched panties to create a steadily growing spot on her skirt. Her breathing became ragged and her hands grasped at the hem of her skirt in a feeble attempt to regain control.. I smiled back and asked if we were going to the sinkhole and when had it reopened. He looked at me in shock and laughed before answering my question."Man if you remember that place then you must be old school. We been training there for the last five years. How's come you know about it Mr. Hanson?" I was an instructor there for the Army when we were training Vietnamese Army Officers on the advanced tactical radar that was used in the Huey gun ships. I spent a lot of time getting ate by. One hand stretched around to play with my clit, while the other one fondled my breasts.“Support her arms,” she told my master.He grabbed my forearms and held them. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock, then licked the slit at the end. He groaned.“Are you ready to cum, baby?” she asked. Her voice was husky and thick with lust.I let my master’s cock fall from my lips. “Yes, please. Please,” I begged. In my pleasure, it sounded like I was crying. Maybe I was. My master slid his cock back.