"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 wi...ll 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 and we OWN you. We tell you when to eat, when to. Not on a Wednesday. I haven't had a customer in over an hour." You best not be holding out on me, cunt, I'll fuckin' gut you, you hear me?" Yes, I know," I said rolling my eyes in the dark. How many times over the past few years have I heard that same threat. It's not that I don't think he would, he's very capable of doing it, but it get's old after a while. We remained silent for the rest of the drive home.Everyone was asleep when we got home and I went straight to bed. I didn't even shower as. The reaction to his touch was delightful, as well. Her nipples rose and hardened as he stroked the sides of her breasts. Somehow, as that was happening, both he and she moved. They went from her on one elbow beside his supine frame to his leaning over her body while she lay flat on her back. When he cupped the top of one breast, she covered his hand with hers. Rather than push it away, she held it there. When he sucked the tip of one breast, he had reached his breaking point. He pushed the. But at least in the shower I was able to look and wonder if mine would ever look like that.In addition to PE and moving from class to class ... there were the girls. It seems like from the 6th grade to the 7th grade, girls changed. It had to be them ... it just couldn't be me. Some of them got lumps on their chests and Cheryl seemed to have the nicest, biggest lumps of all. Cheryl was in my math class and to this day I can't tell you a thing about the class except that Cheryl was in the class.