A digit from the other hand began to lightly caress the damp surfaces. ‘Might as well get comfortable,’ Nan remarked. With that she lifted her but..., as she eased the blue panties to the floorboard. Now her wonderful aroma tickled my nose. I wondered if there was a rest stop along this stretch of I-81. I heard her fingers playing in the wetness. ‘I wish your fingers were doing this, but I’ll make do until they can.’ When I glanced over, one index finger was circling her clit. The middle finger. It was an immediate shock to her. She turned and looked over her shoulder at a smiling Dana and her face turned red."Very nice," Dana giggled as she took a sip of her drink, looking over the rim of the glass at the sexy woman with a naughty smile. Again Mary Ellen blushed. She quickly picked up the red dress and slipped it over her head. Then she turned around to Dana. "That's never going to do," Dana said when she saw her bra was showing through. "Lose the bra." I can't go around without a. She did not understand all the military jargon that went on at the table with the Generals.We were on the Bay Bridge when I took another call on the Suburban’s On-star connect system that I had paired with my phone. The more I used it the more I loved the hands-free conversations. The down side was that sometimes the thing answered calls if I was close to the outside of the truck because of the time delay.The call was from General McVee responding to my questions that I had left on his cell. It was freezing cold, winter having long ago locked the hinterlands of Central Asia in its grip. There wasn't any snow on the ground around the hamlet yet, but weather reports were expecting some and so Jimmy (Cpl. James Cagney Riccelli-my spotter) and I were loaded down with cold weather gear, Afghan terrain ghillie suits, weapons, ammo, observation gear, provisions, and snow camo, just in case we were still here when the flakes started coming down. As we walked over the broken terrain, we.