The kids seemed very animated.When we entered the dining room, a lady and a man stood with scrutinizing looks on their faces.Michelle introduced us, "...his is my Aunt Missy, Aunt Missy this is Charles Marshal, or Chuck as he likes to be called." Chuck this is Mr. Howard Monet. He is our family counselor."I was too far away to shake hands so I said, "I'm very happy to meet you both." Then to Aunt Missy I asked, "May I call you Missy or is there a more appropriate name I should use." That would be. Her husband was also a police officer, but in another city.Sandy was like one of the guys. She was athletic and tough. She was also very business-like and she rarely, if ever, let her emotions show, even when we were alone. She’d tap the steering wheel when frustrated, if she was driving, or make quirky facial expression, but that was generally about the extint of her emotions.Sandy and I always had each other’s backs. We counted on each other. When the end of the shift came, she went home. I. She was still clueless to my being there. I put my hands on her waist and she jumped. I slid them up to her breasts and pressed up against her. I was filled with desire as my hands explored the all curves of her body. She turned to me, her arms coiling around my neck. I looked deep into her eyes as my hands migrated to her perfectly round ass. She reached down and slowly stroked my cock. My desire for her took over. I pushed her to the wall of the shower as I kissed her neck and rubbed her. Phir thodi der jab me bell baja ta gya to . Phir wo darwaja kholi or boli thodi der ka bhi intzarr nhi h kyaMe jaise hi andar gaya mene jld se gate band krke usse piche se pakad liya white shirt or black jeans me wo ek dam kamal lag ri thi wo mujhe uske bedroom me le gai or boli panni wagera kuch chaiye to mene mana kar diya or bola doodh chaiyeWo mera mtlb samjha gayi thi pr anjan banke boli suger kitni logePr mujhse ab bardasht nahi hora tha to mene sidha usse pakad ke apani taraf khicha or.