Time to move. 3 cougars to the front. Then our BUFF and two cougars following. Combat spacing sorted out. Good comms. Check.Hey, I wonder if our Husky...will ever get out of the shop? Got to check with Chief when we get back.Nothing to see here, move along. We are here to help you. Really.Oh boy. This is strange. The MSR is almost empty, no moving potential vb-ieds. Just us infidels now. This is not good. Do we speed up or slow down? Slow and steady wins the race. Just not now. SPEED THE FUCK UP!. His hand moved down toward my knee and slid up my thigh under my skirt until he reached my panties. He stroked me through my panties and I closed my legs, trapping his hand. I moved my legs around which pushed his hand tighter into my crotch. We were still kissing, full open mouth. My hand slid down and traced his cock through his pants.I was still keeping his hand trapped in my crotch and moving it with my legs. He took his free hand and began unbuttoning the front of my dress. He stopped. He was her ideal man in more ways than one. Standing almost 6' tall, blonde hair, gorgeous eyes, and the 'look' she loved seeing in men. He had spent his entire adult life in the military and that was a huge turn-on for her. What it was about military men, she wasn't sure. She just knew that they made her knees go weak and were a huge turn-on for her. Was it the uniform? She didn't know. He didn't touch her much at first, unsure of how to proceed with her because of how quiet and shy she was.. We took our time preparing the drinks. When we heard the conversation stop, we went back to the living room. I figured it was time to see if Aaron would join our little club or bolt.Brian handed Aaron a beer and sat down. I gave Carol a glass of wine and remained standing. I held out my hand to Aaron, “Come on, honey, you can finish that upstairs.” He hesitated and looked at his mother and Brian as he took a deep breath and let it out.He stood up, and I took his hand. He smiled a half-smile,.