I lie on my side and gaze at him for a while, reliving the events of the previous night.What is it with me? What am I? Have I no morals, no shame? I s...arch deep within myself. I can discern no trace of the shame, the disgust I believe I should be feeling. Is it love I feel for this "friend", or only lust?He is radiant, gleaming.Gently so as not to wake him I let my hands graze over his taut frame. Cautiously, I heft the length of his sex in my palm, impressed by the solid weight of him. The. I prop my back against the bed, shoulders against the ground, legs spread in the air. This my new favorite position to play with my toy. Grabbing the lube I squirt a healthy amount on my asshole, shuddering at the sudden cold sensation. Putting the lube down, I quickly begin to finger myself, spreading the slipperiness, moaning all the while. I alternate between quick, short thrusts and pulling, spreading at the tight muscle. I am impatient to slip my thick toy inside. I pick up my toy and slip. At first, I will ride with a senior detective who will work me through some of the things not taught in the classes and help me with procedures. Procedures are probably where I will be up to speed the quickest. I am very organized in what I do. Once my captain, John, knew I wanted to head toward detecting, he gave me the lead on most of the simple matters in our precinct that the uniform watch usually handles." He grimaced. "For a while, I think it was just to keep me busy after my wife was. In the night at the time of sleeping I was told that she will be sleeping with me. I thought what can go wrong and said yes. In the night I was not able to sleep and as did she. So we started talking, we talked about our life as we didn’t know each other.She asked me in the middle that do I have a girlfriend? I said no because I really didn’t have any. She didn’t believe me and said I was lying. I kept one hand on her head and swore that I didn’t had one.Then our talks moved to some other.