Bajando las escaleras me tope con Carolina.-?Huy! ?Que carita cargas!, ?Hicistes algo malo? ?O est?s arrepentido?-No, no es eso, es que ... Comenc? a ...ecir cuando Carolina de repente bes?mi boca. Era el mismo tipo de beso que le hab?a visto darle a mihermana, en la boca, sin lengua, s?lo el suave contacto de nuestroslabios, era mas una ambigua caricia que un beso.-No seas tonto, ?ndate tranquilo, yo te llamo. Me dijo antes deproseguir ascendiendo rauda las escaleras.Abajo mi hermana. I heard him say "suck it" and I did, or rather I tried.Between my mouth and my hands I seemed to be making him happy, he was shoving my head back and forth anymore. It WAS huge, I'd guess 9-10" and real thick! What was really worrisome was, I liked it, a lot, sucking it, feeling it! It was so hard and the smell was beyond intoxicating. It was anonymous, dark, no one knew me, could see me and I was hoping he wouldn't come, not yet anyway, I was enjoying this, every second. He grabbed my hair. Besides, she indicated that we had a few unused towels left.We managed to use up the rest of the towels by morning. When her alarm went off at 6 am it was time for her to get ready for the day. We made a date for the following week. I let her know that if she would leave off all make-up and perfume, I would meet her nightly in the school parking lot near her home and we could practice kissing for my thirty-minute lunch break. This turned into a several-times-a-week event for several years.. " He sighed. "I think sketching has now been removed from the Sandhurst curriculum. Damn shame, as it really helps in teaching a fellow how to develop an eye for terrain and the lie of the land."He looked at me quizzically as he pointed to his sketch. "How far do you think it is from the line of trees on that ridge to the bridge?" I recalled the terrain from my memory and applied it to the drawing."I would think between seven and eight hundred metres." He nodded his head. "Well that ridge is on.