He decided that his current job in the militia, trying to protect people from being killed by Comanches, was what he had rather do. He left her, never...looking back.By now, it was late enough in the year so that they hit bad weather fairly often. It was said that Indians were "fair weather fighters," so they were not surprised to find themselves making whole patrol loops without ever seeing a Comanche. However, there was no question that they would be back in the spring.Eventually, spring of. ..dare i go further?the web was opening a new world of sensation for me as i learnt i wasn´t the only one being satisfied by her pet, and though i was loving every moment of what i was doing now, reading about and seeing other women being mounted was seeming more and more attractive and a distict possibility. i must admit though, there was an element deep in my upbringing that was telling me what i was doing was wrong.but it felt so good, and no-one was being harmed, so my sexuality overrode my. "Sir Torbert Doloran, Knight Protector of the Realm, has asked to read a letter from King Landor," he said, ushering Torbert forward. Torbert reached into his tunic and pulled out a piece of parchment."To the Citizens of Freeland, it's Councils and its Militia," he read. "The Kingdom of Emertland extends its sincerest thanks for your willingness to send your men and women into harm's way for our benefit. Please know, in the unlikely event your nation is threatened, Emertland will respond with. I took a sip of some water from a bottle in the fridge. By the time I walked back she had tuned around facing the hallway toward the back yard of my house. There was a place to take off your shoes and hang your jacket. There was a small black table that was waist high on me. I am about 6ft 4 and kinda of athletic. When I get done from work I throw my keys on the table.I walked up behind her. "Ah here you go. One big glass of cold milk!!" I said. She turned and grabbed the glass from my hand..