While I had a duty belt with all my gear, they carried their gear on their MOLLE vest and wore their pistols in a PALS thigh rig like when I had been ...n the Army.The same happened with vehicles. All the police cruisers in the department were either marked or unmarked Crown Vic Police Interceptors. TRT drove TRVs, Tactical Response Vehicles, fancy Chevy Tahoes painted black and loaded with emergency gear. Sometimes it got silly, like with the Cougar, the Tactical Command Vehicle. I talked to one. Tim told me that he was not sure if we should go on. Even though I was feeling nervous, I did tell Tim that I was alright with it. I would go on if Tim would let me. Tim took my hand and kissed it, then he let me go back to the handsome man.But...The man was already dancing with another girl. Some Czech girl. I tried to scare her away, telling her that she was dancing with my boyfriend.Luckily she left, and the handsome stranger started to dance with me again. His hands were not only on my hips. I could see he had at least a nine incher inside his pants…He approached to me saying;“I think you could need some assistance, Anita...”I smiled at him and sat again on the lounge chair, pulling down his pants as I descended. Watson’s huge cock sprang from its holder, hitting my cheek as I sat down. I grabbed it with my hand and began stroking it in long slow motion.He let out a low moan that let me know that it has been awhile since he had a blow job. His musky taste instantly got me. Later, after dinner, Hermione was alone in her dormitory, not unusual for a Friday night. Pavarti couldn't stop talking about a date she had planned with a seventh year Hufflepuff and Lavender was with Ron of course, leaving Hermione by herself to start on her Transfiguration homework. She took all her text books out of her bag and saw a note written on heavy parchment fall out. The note was addressed to her in emerald ink. She didn't recognize the handwriting but she opened it anyway. It.