I felt her flow into my arms as we shared a long but tender kiss goodnight.“Bo, can we make this a regular thing?” she asked, almost shyly.“Tell...you what, let’s plan on maybe Monday nights, if that is OK. I feel a little guilty about not patrolling tonight, and I don’t want to skip too many weekends. We can do Mondays, that is the slowest night of the week. And I can definitely stop by when you get off work and walk or drive you home most other nights.”“I would like that, I guess I will see you. No career aspiring detective in his right mind would take on an officer of his department, and my father, being a career thief, wouldn’t get any sympathies from a jury. Besides, after all was said and all was done, nothing would bring Dad back. When I was young and had a bad day, I remember my mother used to come into my bedroom at night and whisper a fragment of Longfellow. ~Be still, sad heart, and cease repining, ~Behind the clouds is the sun still shining, ~Thy fate is the common fate of. Alma like most Filipinas reallyenjoyed sex and she could not stay long without a man. When she had first divorced she had fell crying into myarms. I had kissed and reassured her and one thingleading to another she had fucked my brains out. Now shewas on the prowl for a new husband and every time we sawher it was with a new boyfriend. I knew that if my wifeslept there she would be exposed to temptation andgoaded by her friend to go out at night, find a strangerin some bar and get some cock in. ”Kara clutched to me more fiercely.“Make love to me.” She pleaded.I was only too happy to oblige. Lifting my body above hers, I positioned the head of my rigid cock to the glistening lips of her pussy. A look of fear crossed her face and I wondered if she truly wanted this, or was just trying to please me in some form of maintaining fair play. The insistent pressure of her hands on my buttocks assured me that despite her expression of trepidation, she truly desired me in her.With a shift in my.