I came to realize that you couldn’t tell what kind of man he was by looking at his cock. I watched for a while and saw guys going into the booths ne...t to one that had I light on. I figured that the light meant someone occupied it. I watched for a bit and decided it was now or never and found a booth next to a lighted one and went in. I put in my money, pulled down my pants and sat for I minute. My heart was racing with excitement. I placed my finger into the hole to signal the guy next to me. They were natural, unlike the wigs that I encounter so often. Christine smelled good, exotic, sensual. I heard rumbles from the direction of my stomach, but then I felt a stronger interest emanating from my cock as it roused itself, and that's when I moved in.I had to, because her hands were twisting like the limbs of an insect at the approach of a spider. They were clutching at nothing: clawing, searching, and yet somehow managing to communicate hidden and secret emotions. A woman can tell you. Don’t look at me like that. I know you have the same little secret, don’t you? Last week we were supposed to get hit with a major snowstorm here in New York City. It turned out to be a bust but for once my evil boss actually let us off early due to the expected storm. Amazingly I got a cab almost instantly. I sank into the back seat as I gave the driver the address to my Manhattan condo. As the cabbie chattered away in some incomprehensible accent my thoughts drifted to my girlfriend,. The emotion inside her came boiling out, and she cried. Her sobs tore at me in a way I never expected, had never experienced and had no defense against. Her pain ate at me, and I cried with her. This wasn't right. I was a cop and cops didn't cry like this. At least I didn't. Still, the ache inside me called back to her pain and we held each other.Then David pulled Gretchen out of my arms and held her. A flash of anger and jealousy ripped through me, but I forced it down. I might love Gretchen.