My favorite team of detectives, Mutt and Jeff, all fired up with plenty of Irish whiskey in their early night shift coffee, came busting in the doors ...of the homicide squad like they were ready to take over the section and put us all on report for writing dull and uninteresting reports about routine busts that fell far short of an actual homicide with a dead body and all, right there on the first page for everyone to see.Our only female squad member, Trisha Goodyear was perched on the edge of my. I stared back at him, and had taken all of his sadness I was ever going to be able to take."No way, mack," I insisted, "I've been watching you for weeks, and I am just not going to put up with this anymore."I offered him my hands, and he, looking absolutely dumbfounded, took them, and let me pull him up to a standing position. He just came willingly.Then an idea sprang into my mind. It might not have been a nice thing to do, but something told me it was the right thing to do this time. I led. I didn't take my eyes off him as I wanted to see his reaction when I put his head in my mouth. Priceless. He rolled his eyes & head back as I sucked him hard to gulp down that delicious pre-cum. I began to stroke him with one hand & massage his balls with the other. I figured he would pop in the next 5 minutes or so. Suddenly he pulls me up by my hair & gives me a long wet & very passionate kiss. He very strongly tells me that he has to be inside me now. Right this fucking minute! Although I. At least I didn't have to worry about any neighbors identifying my car. I turned off my headlights and parked about 100 yards from her house. My heart was racing? Did I really want to go through with this? “Hell yeah", I said to myself as I took one last swig of my whiskey. I put on my ski mask grabbed the KY and stuffed it into my pocket. I held the gun firmly in my hand. I quickly walked to her house. The garage door was up, so I entered her garage. There was another car in addition to.