That’s a police officer’s job. Paul met me outside the Memphis Police Academy entrance with a strong handshake and a hug. We walked together with Max into the building and out the back door to a small grandstand where we watched as candidates took their turns at what I always called the “shooting gallery” in which figures appear suddenly in doorways and windows and the cadet has to decide to shoot or not based on an instant’s recognition. We watched six cadets go through the course and all made some mistakes. Of course, the track changed teen every time so each cadet had to be on his or her toes. I was pleased to see that Aimee Johnstone, Pastor Michaels’ niece, did very well on what Paul told me was her first experience. We retired then to the cafeteria for lunch, but only petite after I accused Paul of being a really cheap bastard. After lunch we walked with the cadets—forty eight of them—to the firing range where Paul had set up four fruits on a saw horse at what he claimed was fifty yards. “You might think it’s impossible to hit these at fifty yards, but I’ve seen Chief Cahill do it dozens of times when we were oral U.S. Marshals together.” I turned to face the potential officers. “I tell our officers that shooting is nothing more than practice and concentration. Of course, you have to practice the right techniques or you’ll fail repeatedly with no chance of improvement. You also need to know that the bullet will start to fall as soon as it’s out of the muzzle. How far will it fall will depend on the distance to the target and its muzzle velocity.” Holding my pistol up I explained, “This is a .44 Magnum—a Colt Python, what many shooters consider to be the best handgun ever made. It should be for what it cost me. It compilation is not a pistol for everyone because it’s very heavy and it kicks like a mule as you will soon see.” I loaded the cylinder then laughed. “My friend Chief McCormick is cheating here because I usually do this at fifty yards and I can see that the targets here are at least seventy-five, but that’s okay. I need to pov make a slight adjustment. A very pretty woman around my age is right next to me. She's a White brunette with light red highlights in her hair and beautiful green eyes. “I’m so fucking hot! What the hell had he gotten himself into? I'd stayed away. Licker poked, prodded and then lifted Jane’s skirt with his snout to get better access to her hot, naked, odiferous, musk pit. I asked Betty how you are set on servers at the club, she said they had lost four to new master’s I said take Becky’s three and train them to help. They lay together with the curtains around the bed closed while the functionaries departed and they were quite alone apart from the oral six burly security guards. They both fell to the hardwood floor, with him naked and on top of her. Fully erect, it truly was magnificent appearing to be somewhere between seven and eight inches long. She would get to keep the house, which they bought some 15 compilation years ago. I pulled my pants up then went petite to pour her some water. As soon as the bell rang, I rushed out into the hall. You need to replace your electrolytes.” Her face was beet red with tears running down her cheeks, but she was in ecstasy when she nodded and snorted, “Yes…fuuck…meee!” After the final class I make my way back pov to the media rooms. It wasn't easy to relate with anybody sexually. "Anything but this, I beg you! What made them unusual was the phallus protruding through the seat. She hid her face in her hands, unable to quell her own reactions. Triot drew in a breath then shook his head, from all he could see the shields were at more than double strength. Could this hot olod broad be coming on to me? I got another look up her skirt, shit, she is hot. “Yes,” teen I whimpered, my dick so hard. Then her pussy went wild about my cock.