He bent his head down and started sucking on mynipple, and kneading and rubbing my breasts, hisfinger moving around and around my clit, sometimesfast,...sometimes slow, up and down, around, sometimesjust with the tip of his fingernail, he played m clitlike an instrument, increasing the tempo into time tomy gyrations the bed, then with an explosive rush Icame and lay panting on the bed, hands still movingover my body, gently caressing me and bringing me downslowly.Then he leaned over and we kissed. Thanks," John shouted back up.Kate had asked John to meet her in the local woods. It was an area John knew well from the training runs he had been doing for an upcoming triathlon.As he walked off the road and ducked into the woods, he caught sight of Kate from behind. She was wearing those same skin-tight pink yoga pants but it was a hot day today and her loose sweatshirt had been replaced by what looked, from behind, to be a black sports bra. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a plaited. “What does that have to do with the answer I just received?”“Now, do you train your tank gunners to be able to hit a moving target while the tank they are in is moving at sixty miles per hour?” I asked.“It’s a requirement. Of course we have computers that assist in the targeting,” Colonel Stiles said.“What is the longest range you use in the training?” I asked.“Two miles or so,” Colonel Stiles said. “The guns can hit at a longer range, but there are so many variables that accuracy suffers.. If your captured you will be beheaded just because your with me. This is what I face every time we go out. You have given me and my men nothing but grief since you wormed your way on the debriefing team. I don't give a damn about your article 15's because they are just an irritation to me. As long as I complete my mission and bring my men back alive I am happy. I don't play by the rules because my enemy doesn't either. That's what you straight legs can't accept. To you war is a matter of honor.