I finish my wine at one go, and move around the centre table. She also gets up in the meantime. We stand, facing each other; I hold her waist and pull...her towards me. Her supple body bangs against my hard body. Both of us breathe heavily against each other and the beat of our hearts are palpable as we embrace each other in a passion for a while. And then I kiss her mouth like a man who has been parched with desire for years. I push my tongue inside her mouth; she responds with an equal, if not. Jo opened the front door slightly and waited for Chris to approach. A moment later they came into the lounge and stood before me. Jo began to gently caress the bulge that had already formed in the front of Chris' jeans and they kissed whilst he gently rubbed his hand across her erect nipple. She slowly pulled away from him and took him by the hand, leading him toward the bedroom. "Are you sure you are OK with this, mate?" asked Chris as he followed her. I replied, "Very sure", a rush of. “It’s 6AM, are you at the diner this early?” I asked.“No, I’ll probably be there about seven though,” he informed me.“Well I can’t make it until seven thirty,” I said.“Fair enough, I’ll have the cameras,” he said just before he shut down the connection with no warning at all.I dressed and then made coffee. As always I wore the tan cotton fatigue pants from my old uniform. The real cop’s were blue or black. Blue was for patrolmen, black was for the tactical unit and the SWAT team.I wore a. Hehadn't given her much attention as she always dressed too masculinefor his tastes. He had never seen her in a skirt or a dress. Granted,she was attractive, but he suspected that she was a lesbian by the wayshe dressed and acted. He also noticed that she wasn't wearing anymakeup."I haven't seen you before," she said as she extended her hand. "I'mTyler Morrison, and you must be Darlene." She pointed to the nametag. "Actually, my name is Dalton. I sort of lost a bet," he admitted. She ran her.