We’d talk about our love lives, and somehow it always ended up talking about sex. We’d get flirty, and then we’d get all worked up, and then… ...ell, one time we kissed. We’d done a bit of that earlier in the car. And the kissing led to me finally seeing and feeling her breasts and her nipples. Turns out she has really tiny areolae, but nipples like little frozen peas. Delicious. I sucked and licked her nipples and she got really turned on. A bit of dry humping too, some grinding. And lots of. "Can I have it?" Without waiting for an answer, she swings her leg over, straddling my hard cock. Gripping it between her fingers, she positions it at the entrance to her recently deflowered pussy and lowers herself down. Lauren is staring in disbelief as my cock glides easily into her tight, but very lubricated hole. "You were slick enough for that?" Lauren asks as she sits mesmerized, her face just inches from our coupling. "I've been wet all afternoon," Kristina says, settling down fully on. However, if you shoot at them it will only piss them off and then we will be targets for every 'just insurgent' from here to our point of departure."The Butterbar wondered, "Are you certain about this?"The Marine driving the SURC replied, "Yes Sir! Sgt. Blaine is correct. So far the insurgents don't feel the SURCs are a threat and we'd like to keep it that way so please don't fire at them."The driver continued, "We're about two clicks from your departure point so get your men ready."I had a. " You shall be most welcome, sir. Do you intend to take advantage, or are you just going to enjoy?"What was SHE up to? This was not a thing I had planted with her. I felt how my excitement was growing."If I'm going to take advantage of it, I should like to tell you to dine with me in your underwear." As I closed my mouth round the last word I started to regret. This might very well be too fast and too advanced. I didn't want to return to our sexlife from one week ago."Oh, how wicked. Underwear.