After several minutes, Ralph reached between them to unzip her ski jacket. Valerie protested, but she could only make tiny little sounds because she...had her tongue in his mouth. His hands reached below her sweater and he discovered that she was not wearing a bra. The bulk of the sweater and the tightness of the jacket would be enough support, she had thought that morning, though the bouncing on the slopes had proved her wrong. He felt the warmth in her breasts and rested his hands. She wore the traditional dirndl, which typically has a great cleavage for woman with the right set of tits, and she sure had those. When she was serving drinks at our table, I had the impression that she bent down more as she put my glass down than with my comrades, she also always managed to touch my shoulder or my arm with her nipples, and she always smiled at me so sweetly. Soon she became my companion at night in the barracks when I jerked off thinking of her, her gorgeous tits and the fat. "Akira, you may be our most experienced, but be careful," he said, singling me out. "I'm sure the King wants you back in one piece."I gave him a nod.As if by a silent cue, we all pointed our twisted swords, one in each hand, towards the center of our circle."For the north," the captain said."For the north," they repeated simultaneously. I didn't join in. They didn't notice.Everyone put their hoods up. "Let's go."We all took off towards the castle, running across tree branches to avoid detection. I only watched him and admired the passion he has for these subjects. It flowed out of him like an inspirational speech.He paused, “Are you writing this down?”“Um, yes?” I lied. I just wanted him to get off my back about actually understanding what exactly it is he talks about. The only thing that was on my mind was sex--with him--and how amazing it feels.His lecture continued. I watched as he paced back and forth and the words flying out of his mouth at a million miles per second. I couldn’t.