I held her tightly in my arms until the water had warmed. We had decided no sex in the shower as soon as we knew she was pregnant. We took no chances with Lucy’s or Melody’s health. We found out that Melody could climb out of her crib when the side was down and crawl one day when Max brought her to us in bed by carrying her, his teeth securely holding her sleeper while Melody laughed like crazy. I went out that very morning to buy a safety barricade that I put at the top of the stairs. That and Max should keep her safe. Mostly, we were counting on Max. The arrest of Sheriff Steven Johnson made the front pages of every newspaper in Tennessee and most of the TV stations’ news, too. I saw the story on the six o’clock news that evening and sat down with the newspaper for the in-depth story the following morning after inspection. It told about a thorough investigation by State Attorney Julia Adams and the State Police. Several deputies were identified as having participated in the investigation—recording conversations with the Sheriff and even paying him with “marked money.” Johnson was charged with several election law felonies, but they were nothing compared with the allegations of soliciting and accepting bribes from his employees. If convicted—and the chances looked promising—Johnson was looking at a long time in one of the state’s penal institutions. After reading the story I set the newspaper aside and returned to my work. This was the week we were due at the County Firing Range and I was looking forward to hearing from the range personnel about the arrest. Nothing was said or written about my limited role and that was just fine with me. There was a lot of talk between the firing range staff about how it was time Johnson had been held accountable for his actions. They even asked for my opinion, but I remained mum until babe I asked which one of the captains would take over once Johnson was fired. “None of them,” was the manager’s reply. “They were all in cahoots with the sheriff. They all thought that what he was doing was right…and, mostly because they were going to profit when he was reelected.” I shook my head in disbelief. Thankfully, it wasn’t my problem. I didn’t have anything to do with county politics and that was the way I wanted it. Over the past year our shooting had improved incredibly. A good part of that was due to the retirement of the older officers and the interest of my new minority personnel. There was soon a healthy and positive competition between the experienced training officers and their charges. The contests were close with one exception. Aimee Johnstone’s trainer was an excellent shot, but he wasn’t even close to being in massage Aimee’s class. He took the ribbing from his peers with a smile, telling them that he taught her everything she knew. That only made them laugh all the harder while Aimee merely smiled. Smart woman—she knew when to keep her mouth shut. I drove home that evening in great spirits—spirits made even higher when I stopped off at one of the new community substations. The buildings had been erected and the interiors painted and finished, but the asian grounds still needed a lot of softcore work. Even though the parking facilities were still not paved I had opened the substations, meeting with community leaders about setting up neighborhood watches. Two auto dealerships donated vehicles that were custom painted, saying—POLICE, NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH—on the doors and trunks with smaller print—DONATED BY ABLE MOTORS or DONATED BY CULLEN FORD. We had big ceremonies at each dealership with photos for the press and TV interviews, all designed to show the japanese generosity of the dealers toward the community. Believe it or not, neighborhood watch programs involve a great deal of training—driving, observing, using the radio, keeping clear detailed notes for the records, etc. The value of the program was shown very early on when a watch team in training came upon a burglary in progress. “He loves our little titties,” Zanyia said, lifting her face from Aingeal's thighs, my cum and the fairy's pussy juices staining her japanese face. "Don't worry, Boy. I just couldn’t stop thinking about what they’d babe done to my precious April.” She reached down to touch my cheek, and whispered, “I couldn’t stop wishing they had done it to me.” This lasted maybe another minute all the while the movement provided form the road moved me up and down the slit to my sister's pussy and little by little moved the fabric of her swimsuit to the side giving more access then a brother should ever have to his little sister's clit. We females do not usually know of such things. “I do not…” I cut her off by reaching down and grabbing her hair tightly and yanked her head. "Is this right? I wanted to lick it. "It appears that we now have a problem much larger than before. At the landing pad White Queen is uncoupled from the line, and led away towards a blast door by two guards gripping her upper arms. “Ah, I understand. "Relax baby girl" As the machine booted up the footage, she reached once again to the bottom drawer of the coffee table, this time emerging with a stiff jelly dildo made of clear ribbed plastic. "Now if you start like an asshole, it will come to an end, just like that!" She massage walked up to me and leaned up to my face, kissing me asian on the lips. “Aye, thank you for your time brothers,” Murph said saluting. “Maybe a mushroom and cheese omelet with a side of softcore fried potatoes,” I tell him. Cum so hard!”