"Do you like stockings, Dave?" she playfully asked.As I struggled with the knowledge I was sprung, Sara leaned back against a bench and teasingly rais...d her dress slightly so that I could now see well above her knees. She looked down at her own pantyhosed legs and my eyes followed. Her smile went as she went all serious. "Do you like these, Dave?" How was I supposed to answer that? Over the years, I had regularly perved on her hosed legs. Of course I liked them. Right then, I wanted to reach. We were assigned to different sections of the city or to watch a particular bar or nightclub. The duty hours were usually from about 8PM to 4AM. Very seldom was there any DWI activity before midnight, so the early hours of the shift were always slow. We were not allowed to answer routine calls and dispatch was not allowed to send us on calls. So it left us with a lot of free time.As most young men would do (I was 35), my mind turned to thoughts of sex during this free time. Being a COP, it was. ”“So will I. It’s been a while since I’ve done this. The knights used to make the trainees haul loads of firewood this way for exercise, even though they had oxen teams that could have handled it. I’m more worried about Bobo. Next time we stop, I may take some of his load and distribute it between my sled and Boktar’s.”“Maybe Shavala and Ellerie could help him,” Treya said. Sarette hadn’t given the two elven women a sled.“Maybe, but it’s tricky to have multiple people work together on one of. Kit gave her a pony of her own.It was one of the Indian small horses.She called him Randy.It was an inside joke to her because she had nicknamed her husband’s dick “Randy” because all the females at the Fort would use the term to describe any soldier with a need to use his cock for sexual relations. In the military lifestyle, that was a scenario that was more frequent than rare, and she was constantly aroused by the feel of the pony’s muscles between her legs as she rode him bareback without a.