.. you also know that you and I are a lot alike! Too much alike in some ways. Smart, tough, stubborn, even hot headed at times. We fly off the handle,...you and me,” Reba admitted, even as she enjoyed the massage.“We do ... and we also love ... kinky things ... and hate that we love them. We feel guilty about being so naughty or wanton, especially since we tend to judge others for it,” Kyra pointed out.“And we’re also very sarcastic smart-asses, and you know that’s a fact,” Reba added.“I’m still. “I wasn’t talking about an actual drink.” She said back to me as her hand slid around my waist and grasped my cock. I let out a deep breath and closed my eyes as her fingers clinched tightly around my cock. She set the glass down on the counter next to me and then turned me around to face her. She slid her fingers into the waistband of the panties and pushed them down below my balls to expose my cock in its entirety. She then grasped my cock and began stroking it up and down. Pre-cum was. "Pretend I am not your Mom for tonight. Dance with me like I am your date."OK, I thought to myself as we got very cozy on the dance floor. She looked so good it wasn't hard for me to satisfy her request. As we danced, we held each other very close. The smell of her was intoxicating. My flacid cock would occasionally bump into her thigh. This might not be so good, I thought. I am sure her co-workers are wondering why we are being so intimate and if I come off the dance floor with a raging. I had some friends who were older than me killed or seriously wounded and maimed in Viet Nam because they were drafted. Not that volunteers weren’t killed or maimed but at least as a volunteer you might get, at least, a little say in what was going to happen. I made a decision and then fell asleep.On Monday, I cut school and called a recruiter's office. I asked about the volunteer thing I heard about and the recruiter confirmed that what I heard was true and not a rumor. I thought about which.