A dozen officers with high powered flashlights were sent to the rear of the house. There were plenty of large trees there to shelter them. Another six went to each side. The six of us remaining stayed in the front where we were behind four patrol cars. I had told Max to stay at the surveillance van where I thought he would be relatively safe, but available if needed. Once I was sure that we were ready I called out on a squad car’s megaphone: “YOU IN THE HOUSE. THIS IS THE CITY POLICE! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP. WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED. COME OUT IMMEDIATELY…HANDS UP AND EMPTY!” All of the headlights and all of the flashlights went on then, bathing the house in bright blinding light. I really will have to come up with something better to say because, like Haynes and his cadre, the Bloods responded almost immediately by shooting. Automatic rifle fire poured through the windows front and back. We stayed behind the cars while they wasted ammunition. Only when they started to hit the vehicles did we fire back. Shotguns make a booming sound in contrast to the rapid tinny sound of an AK-47. We used a combination of slugs and buckshot for almost ten minutes before I called to cease fire. The night was silent then even though I called out several times. There was only one way to be sure. I called Max and I pulled four leather “booties” from my jacket pocket. These went onto his paws to protect them from the broken glass. Together, we snuck in the few shadows toward the house. The screen door had been destroyed and the wooden door behind it was nothing more than splinters as Max and I crept forward. Turning left brought us to the parlor where we found two dead Bloods on the floor, their weapons close by. I checked for a pulse, but found none in either. There were three in the next room and Max found that one of them was alive. Using my radio I told the EMT’s to be ready, but not to enter until I had cleared the house. He was one of three I found alive, but those in the house were either dead or severely injured and incapable of resisting. The crime scene technicians found six AK-47’s and five 9mm semi-automatic pistols. On the floors they found 837 brass casings—proof that they had fired on us. Our vehicles had been struck more than four hundred times. My officers suffered four wounds—two had been struck in the arm by bullets, but not seriously; one had a sprained ankle from tripping over a root in the woods behind the house; and one had tripped and fallen into the branches of a pine tree resulting in several nasty scratches on his shoulders, neck, and head. Inside the house and in their other vehicle we found several kilos of cocaine, hundreds of various opiod capsules, and seventy-eight pounds of marijuana. We also found enough ammunition to supply the entire department for a month at the firing range. We were exhausted when we walked into the station house at 10:00 that morning. Ten minutes later, after completing some reports, I left for the day, much looking forward to seeing my wife and daughter. Lucy stripped my clothes off and led me into the shower where she washed my filthy and tired body then she dried me and put me to bed. After a long loving kiss she walked out and closed the door. I was asleep seconds later. I slept well, but indian only for a few hours. I had scheduled a press conference for 3:00 in the afternoon and I had to prepare for it. A quick shave and shower refreshed me and Lucy had a soda and sandwich ready for me as soon as I walked downstairs in my crisp ironed uniform. “Thank you daddy, I hope that I didn’t embarrass you.” I had another big company dinner I had to go to and again no date. "Jesus Christ Jenkins!" “Come, Melena,” he orders me. “Follow me, and remain silent and inconspicuous.” I was sitting at one end of the oval table and her on the side next to me and facing the wall of glass. He put his arm around her and they walked out to their cars. With her legs wrapped around my waist I carried her to her bathroom into the shower, “Daddy if anything bad ever happens indian to mommy I promise no matter what happens I will always take care of you for the rest of my life.” I took the opportunity presented to me, grabbing her bent hips I pulled her back slightly and pressed by face between her ass cheeks. She is gently biting on my lip. “Pleasure and pain, love it,” she whispers as I lick along her cunt lips. "Gosh, Grams. Tell the others I'm gonna go take a nap... ohhh.. I mean, what guy is going to want to date me?” She even licked the bits of sticky semen that stuck to her spoon. Stephanie was skeptical. “I’m good you little slut, You’ve got them in, so now fuck me with them, but don’t stop sucking my cl.......” I trailed off, I couldn’t speak anymore, I didn’t want to, I just wanted her to fuck me good. Dave, if you will take everyone back to Command-One and alert Chief Jenkins. Lance, Steve, all three of you are gay. It drowned out almost all other senses for a moment, and then he was groaning, groaning like a man about to be flung into another dimension - his cock's spasms sending a fresh geyser of cum into Anya's mouth. That's when I clued in. “ “I love you so much!” she responded, her voice trembling with emotion, looking deep into my eyes. I shivered as my husband lifted it up my leg. But, Frank showed up that morning and things just got muddled up and I because I loved both of you and he was older and more ready for me, I chose him. “Your turn!” That bitter taste may be the piss,” Sally said before continuing. Leona gave me the sort of despairing look a schoolmistress gives to a slow pupil then said, “OK, we’ll clear up the mess indoors.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. She rewarded me with a very passionate kiss.