She insists on me to tell some bed time stories for her, so I moved to her sofa and sat beside her. She put her head on my thighs and slept. I thought... she lying on me because I am her one of the close friend. I don’t where to keep my one hand; she saw my struggling and helped me to keep on her tummy. I started telling some stories and patting her tummy meanwhile. When I was patting, her T-shirt moved little up and started seeing skin part above her jeans. I noted there is cut mark in her tummy. The next morning I was sure of quite a few things. Berries, especially in springtime, are not enough to fill your belly. Sleeping outside during spring under a slightly damp cloak is not warm, and neither are tree-roots good pillows. And most importantly: Forests are not parks, they are dark places with thick undergrowth, wide brooks, mires, steep cliffs, and hills upon hills upon hills that all hamper your progress. The only thing I felt unsure of was where I was. I knew I moved eastwards in a. Teresa could have cut my tongue out and I would not have noticed nor cared. I was so focused on what Randi was doing with her mouth that I hardly realized when Teresa had finished and told me to rinse my mouth for the final time. Almost within seconds Teresa was leaning over me again, but she was pressing a naked breast into my mouth. I sucked a mouthful of breast flesh as she whispered softly above me, “Yes, that’s it, nice and gentle. You can suck the nipple if you want.” I don’t know if. "Ouch, this bloke's going to be a bit of a bastard."You will pass through the building and be kitted out with your uniforms and other gear. When that is done you will march to your billets where you will be allocated a bed and locker. You will stay there until further notice, when I come back I expect to see all your equipment stowed away and you in fatigues."There was a few grumbles as we marched over to the huts. "There will be no talking, this isn't a girls picnic, you are now in the army.