WPC Silverton was in her mid twenties and pretty in a classic mould. Tall with rounded curves she was still athletically slim and professionally aloof... to the point of frigidity. It was a barmy summer's evening and she had dispensed with her hi-vis jacket and her stab vest. This left her dressed in her black patrol boots, black trousers, white short sleeved blouse (flimsy enough to make out the white bra underneath), black and white cravat and black helmet with the black and white chequered. Early risers—some of the guys showered up every day, even twice if they got real dirty. Some just like staying dirty—it was after-all, the woods. A few, including myself, engaged in the 'funk contest'. No shower all week long, with the contest being who could stink the loudest by Friday afternoon. I usually won :)I tap Riley on the head, and told him to spin around. He comes up off my dick smiling, and turning around, sits his super tite yung hole right down on the head of my dick. I have. So, do you think you can help us out of this spot we’re in?’ Freidman knowing full well that he would be handsomely rewarded for pulling off such a feat was already mentally ticking off the suits in the gentlemen’s size range he had available for alteration. ‘Of course it will be difficult, but as usual, if it can be done, I can do it!’ Freidman said with his usually enthusiasm. Javonnie had stood listening to the entire exchange between the two men with a look on his face that clearly let. "What am I supposed to do? I don't know how to stop them-I wish I did. The only time they don't happen is when you're there."Just then the Sergeants came in and interrupted their conversation. Dave gave her a small smile as they lined up, but she didn't return it. His focus the whole day was not on their exercises, but on her. They had a very important examination tomorrow, and she needed to be focused, as did he. And then he remembered what she had said the only time they don't happen is when.