If it's notyour cup of tea, I respect that but don't read it andleave mean and nasty comments.Kelly and I had just sucked each others cocks, exploding...own the others throats. My finger had been slowly encirclingher rosebud. She stopped me, turned and slithered up mybody until our cocks were touching. She looked at me in myeyes, smiled, slid up some more until we could look directlyinto each others eyes. Our lips met, just lightly at first,I could taste my cum still on her lips when her tongue. It was garbage-filled and broken down. I noticed a lot of the towns homeless roaming around. Most of them were searching through trash or scr****g together anything they could eat. As I walked a little further I heard some sounds. Grunting and moaning sounds. I followed them secretly into a small broken down shack. As I peeked inside, I saw one homeless man fucking another homeless man. They turned at me and smiled. I, embarrassed, ran off. As I started my travels back home, it dawned on me,. His latest assignment, head of Q-Squad, was known by the rest of the department as the "quack squad" with Lansing being the "quack" investigator. This was supposed to be the career wind down to coast into retirement but it was the most frustrating of all.His squad of two uniformed cops, misfits who for one reason or another walked the fine line between suspension and termination, were responsible for complaints that bordered between the bizarre or had no evidence of a crime but needed some. She also said she was off tomorrow and Wednesday and asked if she could hang out with me because she really didn't have anything to do. Being that we got along ok and I did owe her one, I welcomed her to come over. I told her there wasn't that much on tv in the day time and I was running out of magazines so she would be welcome company.She showed up about ten the next morning and brought a grocery bag in with her. She had chips, dip,the new teen magazines, some movies and a six pack of beer..