Arriving at Camp Ten Bears we were ushered into the Admin Office. We were told we were assigned to Billet Number 10. A Counselor was assigned to each ...Billet and would act as a Foreman for our work group. Our Counselor was a guy in his mid-forties named Olaf Anderson a big Swede.We found our way to Billet 10 and introduced ourselves to Mr. Anderson. “Just call me Olaf,” he said in a big booming voice.It was close to dinner time and we were told to get washed up and then report to the Mess. Just once...I need something...you...touch me here darling."Her shirt was still unbuttoned and she drew my hand to her breasts and closed my fingers over a firm rounded mound, its flesh warm and yielding as I pressed it. Our lips met as I fondled her and with open mouths our tongues fought for entry and we were soon exchanging saliva.I started to gently squeeze the long nipple and mother broke from our kiss and said, "I like my nipples sucked, darling."I had no problem with that and I carefully. She grabbed a spoon and shovelled some into her mouth as she pulled out a glass and headed over to the bar in the living room, pouring herself the strongest liquor she could find. As the liquid seared down her throat she brought the bottle with her back to the kitchen, where she sat on the floor and had an impromptu picnic at three in the morning. Once the alcohol had set in she found the tears rolling down her face as she came to terms with the end of her six month relationship. Ryan shut off. ” She smiled at me then ran her finger down the exposed part of my breast, “I am so glad that as requested you are flaunting that which you have, and that which I like so much, I am sure you received a similar reaction when you entered.”“Not quite as dramatically as you.” I countered, though in fairness there had been a reaction to my entrance. Shirley had managed to build up my confidence in the short time we had been conversing, complimenting me on my looks, my wit and all aspects of myself..