"I understand, Sarge. Don't worry." Relax, Rob. You're new. It takes time to learn the Code; just never, never rat out a Brother in Blue." How about a...Sister in Blue?"The two men turned at the voice. It was a woman they'd never seen before. 'New to the Precinct,' Jim thought. He gave her an admiring glance. She was tall, five-ten, maybe in the low heels worn by female officers. Her uniform was standard for a street cop, slacks instead of a skirt, but the cut was feminine, and she filled it. I fight back a laugh because she looks like a clown - but this isn't the right time for comedy. She jumps up from the edge of the bed, runs to me, throws her arms around me and begins to cry. Shit! I hate crying women! I sort of hold her and ask, "What's wrong?"She burbles, "Ben, I'm all alone!"I shake my head, "I do not understand?"She burbles some more and says, "Ben I'm all alone in the world."I ask for clarification, "Anastasia, I still do not understand."She pulls away, looks at me and. She then turned around and walked to the couch, my eyes locked on her pert butt as it shook and I unconsciously licked my lips. She then sat down and patted the couch next to her. I walked over and sat down, then she took me in her arms and laid me down in her lap, her now bare breasts right in my face. My eyes were wide at such a beautiful sight.I sat there for a minute, just starting at her fat, pink nipples. I licked my lips as a pearl of her milk dripped from one. I had never known that my. . He then pulled out a small bag from the nighstand that contained some massage oil, and lube. He sat on the bed beside me, and applied some oil to my back and ass cheeks. He started at my shoulders with those wonderful strong hands, and steadily worked his way down to my cheeks where he took both of them in his firm grip, and kneaded them with care and great detail. Then he worked his way back up my back to my shoulders, and back down to my cheeks, but this time his fingers trailed inside my.