Your puppyeyes look up at me as you nod, slowly and with suttle movements as the grasp of your hair stops you from any exaggeration of an answer. I ro...ughly raise your chest up from my lap and stare at your face. You breath through your mouth, making one of your haircurls that have escped the prison of my hand to fly away from your face. I shake your head left and right to make you understand once more who is in control.I throw you back against the chair in the backseat,letting go of your hair. Not thinking much about it I began to rub her ass,causing her to moan softly as she sucked on my cock. God she was good,she would bring me to the edge and start teasing me, keeping me fromcumming which was very different then any of the others I had beenwith. My hand had worked it way back to her ass and then I felt not theback of a pad but a bulge that shouldn't have been there!Almost on the verge of my orgasm I quickly put my fingers into herpanties and was totally shock to feel a penis! I. I reached behind my back and undid the catch on my bra. With one arm across my breasts I used my other hand to push the straps off my shoulders. I held the bra in place for a few seconds before allowing it to fall. The effect on Dave was immediate. He squirmed in his seat as if fighting with something below the camera shot. “Dave, can you move your seat away from the camera a little please,” I asked in a rather breathless voice. As he pushed away his chair from the camera, a very acceptable. He's going on that damn mission. Now, he doesn't have to tell you."Cynthia looked at me and asked in a totally flat voice, "You're going to Afghanistan, Charles?" Sunday at four o'clock."She turned and went upstairs to her room and closed the door. Laura followed her. I stood around in the kitchen continuing to work on a dinner that I wondered if it would ever be eaten. About twenty minutes later, they both came downstairs.Cynthia had obviously been crying. She came over and hugged me and then.