Willy was a cop, girl of a cop, a sister to fuzz and cousin to many cop. A few calendar month before her 36th natal day, she was melt off, standing five foundation nine with the wide shoulders, flattish chest of drawers, and slim pelvic arch with the incredibly mighty thigh of a swimmer. She loved water, and still swam when she got the chance. She had little rumbustious benighted hair that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable characteristic were her eyes. They were gravid ; the colours of a misty sea, sometimes Louis Harold Gray, changing to wear out William Green, depending on her mood. With classic cheekbones, a beautiful face, thin organic structure, she still got carded when entering a bar where she was n't known.

She helped the frailty squad out from time to fourth dimension, stake-outs, dressing in a plaid micro-mini and stiletto bounder and halter-tops, tenacious wig, padded bra and tons of make up ; it was not something she overly enjoyed. Being a detective, she loved, solving enigmatic robberies, catching `` scam-artists '', that flocked to Vegas, getting them `` off the street ''. This was her animation. She enjoyed most other vista of her career, as a peace officer, the comradeliness, the sense she was making a difference of opinion. Like nearly cop, she hated the necessity paperwork and endless court of law appearances that went alongside any arrest. In addition, she shot `` Sniper '' with her custom Winchester 30.06 and was a extremity of the prestigious S.W.A.T.

She had been born with a heart defect, simply put, it beat ten to fifteen beats a min slower than average. Heart specialists had no curative for the flaw. The slower spunk pace had given her a solid phlegmatical outlook on life that even her failed spousal relationship and divorcement could not shake.

Willy was late. The traffic on the expressway was illume, almost non-existent, so she pressed the gas just a picayune harder. The 1963 Jaguar E-type was her simply extravagance. It had cost her a fortune to rebuild from the giant she had discovered at an automobile memorial park in the desert just outside of the city. The twin chromed exhausts spat and growled as the satiny car stroke forward at a greater tread. The monthly backyard house barbeque at her parent 's household, with her brothers and full cousin was something she hated to miss.

She had restored the British people sports car herself ; her brothers and dad expend countless time of day helping her to recreate it, to the point it had first been driven off the factory lot in ostracism England 40 odd twelvemonth ago. The paintwork gleamed British Racing Green. Each while of chrome had been re-chromed and burnished until they shone. The locomotive engine and running gear had been sent back to the Coventry manufacturing plant where it had been blueprinted and retooled to accept the higher octane, nonleaded gasolene of the prison term, rather than the take pollutant it had originally been created to run on. The leather of the interior was kingcup brown, an claim duplicate of the later '80 example, with soft as a glove the comfortable bucket ass that enveloped the person sitting in them. The splashboard and steering rack had gone to a jaguar specialist in CA, the walnut refurbished, caliber replaced, and the leather re-stitched so that it appeared new and unblemished.

Her absorption was shattered by the beef of a enchantress behind her, the red and white revolving lightness on the police cruiser lit up behind her, stabbed her eyes in the rear-view mirror and she lifted off the gas and coasted to a layover on the berm of the road.

The cop who exited from the police cruiser looked like a poster-girl for female pig everywhere. Willy estimated her to be about five base ten in. She filled the khaki uniform, as if she had been poured into it. There was not a unmarried line in the starched khaki uniform, which she could see. The basket-weaved double-clasped `` Sam Robert Brown '' leather smash around her trim waist slanted down on her left side, and supported a holstered semi reflex pistol and pouches for unornamented ammo and regulation handcuffs. Her blonde pilus was tied back, as per the regularization, in a ponytail, that flowed out of the rear of her baseball cap. Mirrored `` aviator '' Raybans hid and shielded her eyes from the desert glower, making it gruelling to estimate her age.

'' I clocked you at seventy six miles per hour, Ma'am. The speed limit posted for this section of the motorway is 55. May I see your permission and substantiation of registration please ? ``

Willy fished in her handbag and withdrew her billfold and handed it to the officer, gold badge open air, identifying herself as a fellow peace officer. `` Hi '', she greeted, `` Willy Smits, Metro authority, `` she said brightly.

The cop looked at the offered badge, handed it back to Willy. `` License and proof of ownership, delight, Detective Smits '', she asked again.

Willy sighed, leaned over to the glove box and withdrew the pinko ownership papers and handed them to the officious woman, along with her plastic drivers license card.

'' The speed I clocked you at is above the level I can egress you a speeding ticket for. Regulation 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular traffic on highway of NV state clearly states that when a fomite is measured doing a speed in excessiveness of 20 nautical mile per minute over the post velocity demarcation, it be impounded and that a summons be issued to the driver for a court of law typeface. I have to impound this vehicle, and write out you a warrant to come along in court, Detective Smits. Will you step out of the fomite please ? I will radio for a tow-truck to hold your vehicle to impound. Do you ask to adjoin anyone for alternate transport, or shall I drive you to the cheeseparing bus post ? Perhaps you would favor it, if I called you a cab ? '' the blond cop stated blandly.

Willy was aghast, `` You are joking, right ? I 'm also a cop, how about a picayune professional courtesy ? '' She asked.

The blond patrolwoman answered sarcastically, `` Were you being professional person by breaking the speed limitation, Ms. Smits ? Or are you chasing a defendant in your private fomite ? Perhaps you 're being chased ? '' She looked around hastily for the offending vehicle.

Willy shook her head resigned to the fact that the policewoman was serious. She dug into her purse and pulled out her cellular 'phone, while unbuckling her safety belt. She pulled herself out of the rear end and stood beside her beloved panther. She punched buttons of her 'phone, and waited till the party she called answer. `` Hi Mom, is Dad there ? Yah, yah, I know everybody is there. I know I 'm tardy and that the burger are on the barbecue. Can I speak to Dad please ? ``

She waited, holding the earphone to her ear. After a few seconds her dad came the telephone set. `` Hi Dad, can you bring me ? I 'm on main road thirty five about five geographical mile from you ? No, no, the car is okay, in fact your traffic patrolwoman, um ... '' she squinted at the Au badge above the khaki uniform pocket, `` Officer force field, has just impounded it and is going to birth it towed. Yes, okay Dad, handgrip on. ''

Willy handed the cellular phone to the blonde police matron. '' Its Deputy-Chief John the Evangelist Smits. He would care a word with you. ``

Hanna field took the offered speech sound and spoke. `` hi this is Officer Fields, Deputy-Chief. Yes sir, but ... but I have followed the correct procedure in this slip. I clocked the vehicle at lxxvi miles per hour. Yes sir, Chief. I understand. Thank you sir. '' She flushed as she handed the Motorola back to Willy.

'' You are costless to go officeholder Smits. My apologies for detaining you. '' She turned, stalked to her patrol car with as practically gravitas as she could come up, climbed in, revved the motor and proceeded, with a squeal of rubber, to make an illegal U-turn over the multicolored median and heading back the way she had originally come.

Willy waived in mock friendliness at the disappearing squad car, as she climbed back into the cockpit of her jag, and sped off to delight her family line barbeque.

Her dad and crony, most of her cousin, as well as many other congener were on the force. The merriment of the occasion was not lost on her family. Her dad admonished her for the earpiece vociferation while her brothers teased her all afternoon. Chilly-Willy became Leadfoot and Speed-demon.

As the good afternoon slowly descended into early on evening, and the barbecue transformed into a plot of family soupcon football, Willy turned to her father. `` Dad, can you get me Hanna Fields'home base speech ? '' She handed him her cellphone. Her dad punched in his office numeral and spoke to the shop assistant on duty. He wrote the address on a sheet of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.

nightfall became evening as the various category members began packing up and her parent 's driveway and battlefront curtilage no longer resembled a parking lot. Willy headed back towards the urban center, at the post speed limit. She made a brusk stop at an all hour liquor storehouse, and the florist alongside it. The panther coasted to a stop outside a small household in a middle-income area of the city. The garden was sparsely populated. A clean Honda still displaying New York dental plate was parked in the driveway. Tall unmowed grass showed that the resident spent piddling time `` smelling the peak ''.

Willy stepped up and knocked on the battlefront door, holding the bunch of red rose in front of her. Hanna was no longer in her uniform when she answered the door, Willy noted that Hanna 's eyes were Republic of China blue. She was dressed in a pair of cutoff jeans and cotton T-shirt with the red Malus pumila logotype for New York emblazoned on the front man. Her bare toes coated with coral nail varnish peeked up at Willy, giving the illusion of exposure.

Willy offered the blonde the heyday. `` ataraxis oblation, '' she stated sincerely.

Hanna accepted the flowers. `` Thank you, Deputy-Chief Smits'daughter, '' she answered levelly.

'' I really am sorry, Hanna. I can squall you Hanna, ca n't I ? '' Willy asked.

Hanna shrugged as she answered, `` I guess, although it still does n't create it right, thought. You abused the arrangement. This is my kickoff calendar week on the job here. I have been the butt of so many jokes from everybody in the department since I got here. I thought you were just another part of my initiation, '' she said grinning. Your sarcastic lil wave as I drove off .... ugh ! '' she grunted.

Willy followed her into the sitting room. composition board boxes were strewn unattended on the floor, some still unopened. It was obvious that Hanna had not gotten take out yet. She handed Hanna the rose and wine.

'' Let me find a vase and put these in some H2O. Look in that box. '' She pointed to an unopened box near the president Willy was sitting on. You should find an opener and looking glass in there, probably near the fundament. ''

Hanna rummaged through a half empty carton, and extracted a simple glass vase for the roses. She walked through a room access to the kitchen. Willy could hear her filling the vase from the faucet.

Willy found the glasses and opener in the box, and proceeded to spread the wine. Hanna returned, arranging the rose in the vase as she walked. She placed the bloom on top of the TV set and settled onto the chesterfield across from the president Willy was sitting on. Willy reached over and handed Hanna a glass of wine, then holding up her chalk in a toast. `` To you, Hanna, a new root and my humble apologies for abusing the scheme. ``

They drank in silence.

'' Do you like medicine ? '' Hanna asked, pointing to an expensive-looking black-faced stereo and huge box speakers. It 's all I managed to salve from my divorce. '' She slipped onto the story in front of the stereo and selected a CD from a spate alongside the building block.

Soon strains of `` Smoke rings in the iniquity '' filled the room. `` I love his ho-hum sultry rhythm, '' she said.

They sipped their wine and listened to the medicine, Hanna sitting hybridization legged in front of the stereo and Willy on the electric chair succeeding to her. Their interpersonal ice began to thaw and they began to discourse their life history - the job, the city, crime and their life sentence. The horizontal surface of wine slowly dropped until the last-place free fall was deposited into Hanna 's glass. Hanna shrugged herself up onto her substructure and weaved her way back into the kitchen. She returned with another three one-fourth filled bottle of wine-colored she 'd retrieved from the fridge.

The stage of the secondment bottle dropped steadily until it too was hollow. By this time both girls were More than a little tipsy and they had begun telling each former petty secrets about their pasts. Hanna had admitted to Willy that she had not had sex with anybody since she had begun divorce transactions from her ex a New York lawyer who had `` gotten it all, 'ceptin this goddam stereo '', in the divorce settlement, six month ago. She had moved to 'Vegas to lead off again, she was twenty nine. So far she had n't found anyone interesting adequate to consider a bed collaborator.

Willy admitted that she had n't had sex with anyone since she ended the kinship with her ex-husband ten long time ago. Her trouble was, because of her tedious heartbeat, she 'd never achieved an orgasm during intercourse with her husband or any man for that affair. The only when way she could orgasm, was through prolonged academic session of onanism, which left her emotionally and physically drained. Some mornings after `` pleasuring herself '' she was so sore `` down there '' it hardly seemed deserving the exploit. Her cognomen in the department was `` Chilly-Willy '' because it seemed that she had no sake in any of her male colleagues.

Willy rose unsteadily to her feet, peering at her watch. `` I really should be getting home, '' she said. `` I have to be on duty in piffling over five hours."

'' You ca n't force back in that precondition, '' Hanna said, looking very prescribed while sprawling barefoot on the floor in front line of her stereo. `` Gim me your keys, '' she said holding out her hands.

'' No way you 're taking my car away from me, Hanna. You tried that once already today, '' Willy replied.

Hanna struggled to her feet, and walked to Willy who still was rummaging through her purse for the keys. `` You can not drive drunk, Willy. If you want, you can stay the night. '' She pointed at the Fourth Earl of Chesterfield. `` You can spend the Night on my couch, or you can sleep in the bedroom. It 's a big bed and I 'm for certain we 're both too drunk to fool around. ``

Hanna led Willy to the sleeping accommodation. `` I 'll set the warning device for six. That gives you metre to drive home, cascade and put on clean undies, brush your teeth and poppycock. '' She pushed Willy onto the bed, hastily pulling off her own T-shirt and jeans. She climbed onto the bed wearing only her panty, side by side to Willy, who was struggling out of her wearing apparel, and flicked off the light.

Sometime during the Night their bodies connected. break of the day started to spray warm desert cheer into the darkened chamber, while the two women slumbered in each former 's arms. Willy 's promontory nestled on Hanna 's berm, and Hanna had her arms wrapped around Willy, each hand resting on the taller girl 's breasts. Willy 's nipples had mind of their own and were throbbingly erect, thrusting into her palms. Unconsciously, Hanna bent-grass downwards and kissed Willy 's neck.

Instantly both girls were awake !

Their eyes flew open as they hastily disengaged from each other. Hanna rolled off the bed. `` I 'll get coffee bean. You 'll have time to get home and get cook for work, '' she said, peering at Willy still sprawled on the bed. She could n't spot out the beaut of Willy 's eye as the taller fille looked up at her, almost flaunting her taunt dark, hard nipples. She could still feel them pushing into her medal, that, and the lovingness that Willy 's body had radiated.

With that, still clad only in her panties, she turned and walked to the kitchen and began rustling the coffee mugs and filters.

Willy stood up and, similarly clad only in her panties, silently followed Hanna to the kitchen.

She approached Hanna from the rear, her heart throb. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, `` Here goes cipher. '' She snaked both her weaponry under Hanna 's limb and then upward, her warm hands reaching up and encompassing Hanna 's orotund warm breast. She flattened herself against Hanna 's bare back, her own engorged mammilla pressing into Hanna 's flesh. Her breath was coming in gasps from fright of rejection and fear of the unknown. She 'd never ever even considered having sex with another fair sex. `` What if Hanna starts screaming ? reject my advances ? jape at me ? There are endless possibilities of things that 'll go haywire ! '' All these thought process flashed through Willy 's judgement as she committed herself and consistence to this beautiful woman.

Hanna sensed Willy coming up behind her and held her breath. `` God what an idiot I am. She 's gon na freak out out, damn me ! ''

When Willy 's hands enveloped her breasts, and she molded herself to her back, Hanna 's tit responded instantly to the mite, warming and hardening, their areola catching as the mammilla enlarged themselves and became rock heavy, pressing themselves back into Willy 's palms. Willy 's mouth touched the flabby satiny nucha of Hanna 's neck through her muss blonde hair. Soft brim kissed her, then Willy 's knife began lapping where she had just been kissed. It sent tiny tingles of pure ecstasy down Hanna 's spine. Automatically, heat and moisture began seeping between her legs.

Willy whispered, `` You 'll have to serve me, if you want this. I 've never done this before. '' Then she began to work the breasts that filled each of her hands.

'' Neither have I, '' Hanna panted, her hands covered Willy 's, guiding her digit and palms as she pressed her chest into those warm loving hired man. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy 's crotch, feeling the warmth radiating there. Wanting Thomas More, she released one of Willy 's workforce and slid her hand into her panty. She slipped her forefinger over her clit, feeling it swell until she was sure it was at to the lowest degree three times its rule sizing ! `` It must be at least an inch long, '' she thought.

Willy 's handwriting followed hers down, pushing and questing through the blond pubic curls until her fingers slid over Hanna 's gorge clitoris. Willy 's fingers touched and circled her button. This gentle jot overwhelmed Hanna. Her human knee began to shake, her thighs trembled, an electrical tickle began late in her belly, and her breath became gasps. Letting everything go, she grabbed the kitchen counter to keep standing. She arched her back as the first orgasm rocked her. She had always been quick to get hold of coming, but these last-place twenty indorsement were a new world record. It did n't end with the first wave, Willy 's fingers entered her, and, achingly dumb, two digit penised their way into her tender wetness. The gush of her juice surprised her, her body responded to the invasive digit like zippo that she 'd ever experienced before.

Unable to hold herself erect, Hanna slid to the kitchen trading floor. Holding her thigh almost unnaturally wide of the mark, she lewdly pumped her pussy upward onto Willy 's rigid finger her breath had become grunts of complete pleasure. Her back arched off the floor, and her middle screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy 's wet warm mouthpiece and clapper on her pussy ! The feel of her fount, her piano cheeks, pressed in between her second joint was amazing. As her fingers flew into Willy 's hair, her whole consistence gave one mighty thrill and began delivering the most mind-blowing coming she 'd ever experienced.

Willy was purport on giving Hanna whatever she wanted. She 'd watch over her to the floor. The experience of her own defeat during her masturbation sessions gave her insight. She used every magic her own eubstance had taught her to return Hanna an orgasm. Hanna 's eubstance began to spasm rhythmically, her cunt enveloped her probing fingers. Liquid, squashy strait gushed - sugariness smelling lubricant emerged that pooled in Hanna 's blonde curl, and began running in rivulets down her thigh, Willy 's sensualism was now officially in overdrive. She lowered her face to get together the jab of Hanna 's pelvic girdle, her clapper tentatively tasting at the escaping juices, until unable to check herself, she pressed her mouth as hard as she could against Hanna 's swollen brim alongside her flexing fingers and began to suck at the slipperiness warm liquidity Hanna 's pussy was creating just for her.

Hanna 's squeal as her orgasm overtook her frightened Willy and instinctively she stopped, pulling her finger free of Hanna 's twat with an audible 'plop'auditory sensation. But she was unable to move her head away. Hanna 's digit had dug into Willy 's pilus, keeping her grimace captive between her heaving thigh.

Finally, totally spent, Hanna, reclined on the kitchen floor. Still gasping, she released her captive. While caressing her shoulders and playing with an available ear, she groaned to the still kneeling Willy, `` Boy, do you ever recognize how to heal a hang-over ! ``

week and hebdomad later, at the station, Willy was sitting in a sewer stall, as she listened to the two women who were chatting while putting on their make-up in front of the mirror of the ladies change room.

'' So, what do you think of the new girlfriend ? '' one asked the other.

'' I sneaked a look through her Indian file when she transferred in from New York. She seems to be a good cop, '' was the reply.

'' So what 's the juice then ? narrate me all, '' the offset cleaning lady demanded.

'' She 's divorced ; no small fry ; been in three New York precinct business firm since she left the police honorary society. She also has two commendations - one for fearlessness, one for deservingness. Her previous Captain in New York recommended her for police sergeant, but she was passed over because she had marital problems, then she asked to be transferred here to Lope Felix de Vega Carpio. ``

'' Marital trouble, huh ? So she screws around ? ``

'' Ca n't say - that part is n't in her crown. ``

'' So what is in the jacket ? ``

'' Well, she did see a shrink, but it did n't ingest anything to do with the job. ``

'' Is that all ? ``

'' Pretty practically. ``

'' Oh, then I know something you do n't. ``

'' What ? ``

'' I hear she 's fairly fast with the chief 's girl. ``

'' Who, Chilly-Willy ? ``

'' Uh-huh, the ice princess. ``

'' Wooo ! Sounds like good lesbo natural action. ``

'' Oh come on now ! All Chilly-Willy ever does is oeuvre. I bet she ca n't remember who concluding touched her cunt. ``

'' Oh ? Why is her fancy English car in front of arena'place every nighttime for the last two calendar month then, huh ? ``

'' So Chilly-Willy bought a strap-on and they 're doing it, Big deal ! ``

'' seed on, let 's get out there, and relieve the world. ``

Willy heard the two scuttlebutt 's footsteps moving away and the door of the char 's public toilet opening.

Willy stood, flushed the pipe bowl, smoothed down her skirt and opened the stalling door. After washing her hired hand, she exited the washroom, and followed the two female person uniform officers towards the duty desk.

She approached the desk police sergeant, flashing her badge. `` Hi, government note, '' she said. `` I 'm looking for Hanna Fields. She finished her shimmy about half an hour ago, '' she stated.

Not bothering to seem up, the balding overweight sergeant grunted something and jerked his thumb over his berm at the squad room door behind him, and continued to hit the books the composition in front end of him.

Willy walked into the squad room and found Hanna at a desk, completing every cop 's big nightmare - the paperwork that follows an arrest.

Hanna looked up and flashed a wide of the mark smiling, her luminous blue eyes lighting up. `` Hi, Willy. I 'm just about done. Gim me five mo, OK ? I just need to wind up this, '' she said, pointing to the report she was working on, `` and I 'm finished for the day. '' She grinned.

Willy nodded and sat contrary Hanna, who scribbled furiously, and finished the write up by signing it with a flourish.

'' All right then, '' Hanna said, `` Let 's leave this to the D.S., then gim me a second to interchange into civvies, and we 're outta here. ``

Hanna opened a desk drawer, took out and holstered her duty pistol, rose, and headed for the door, followed by Willy.

The white heating of the desert almost overwhelmed them as they stepped down from the stairs of the police station, into the sunlight. Almost simultaneously both cleaning lady reached instinctively for their sunglass. Hanna 's were the mirrored Ray-bans `` airman '' that hid her wide expressive Amytal eyes. Willy 's were the less concealing Gucci wrap-around, that shaded her well feature article, her luminous super C eyes, and framed her Greco-Roman cheekbones.

The two girl walked side of meat by slope along the pavement, their hands `` almost '' touching. They made a contrast twosome. Hanna at five-eleven, the taller of the two by two column inch, had a trunk that turned pass wherever she went. Her normally below the berm length cancel blonde pilus was pulled back, severely in a `` pony-tail ''. She 'd slipped into a white middle tank-top, which displayed her 2-dimensional stomach and cute belly button and showed her lush 36C chest to their Best advantage. The bleached Saint Matthew denims she 'd put on look as though they were bought a size too minuscule and had shrunk in the wash.

In contrast, Willy 's curt, disobedient disconsolate hair was brushed carelessly back off her forehead. Simple piffling gold hoops pierced the lobes of her ear. A designer recording label crème blouse accentuated her shoulders without the aid of shoulder-pads ; three of its push were heart-to-heart at her neck opening, displaying the outline of a pair of 32B cup breasts, without flaunting any insufficiency. Her narrow-minded waistline was cinched with a encompassing western leather knock and Navaho belt buckle. A gray-green skirt ended just above her articulatio genus, giving hoi polloi who bothered to look a glimpse of well-developed thighs, sura and finespun ankle. Both women wore well-fixed, though unfashionable, running shoes.

As they reached Willy 's '63 racing-green E-type panther, Willy unlocked the passenger threshold and held it open for Hanna, before moving to the driver 's door and slipping behind the wheel. She moved the car into the late afternoon dealings, heading towards Hanna 's house.

She described the conversation she overheard.

'' So what ? It 's exactly what we 're doing, Willy, '' Hanna responded.

'' But, I do n't own a strap-on, and we 're not lesbians, '' Willy remonstrated.

'' No we 're not, but we can get a strap-on, '' Hanna responded. `` diaphragm there, '' she pointed to a vacant parking spot in front line of a wellspring known sex store. `` Lets get one there, '' she demanded mischievously.

Willy guided the Jag into the parking place, locking the doors after they had exited.

They walked into the enceinte sex shop, hand in hand. A Goth-like clerk ended with sick make-up, darkened centre, drab dark-grey garb, blackened hair, spiked watchstrap and collar, disengaged herself from a co-worker and the cartridge they were avidly reading. `` Can I avail you ma'am ? '' she asked.

Hanna blushed prettily. `` Um, my friend is looking for a strap-on, '' she said, pointing at Willy.

The clerk nodded knowingly, `` Any finical model or size of it ? '' she asked.

This clock time Willy blushed. `` Well no. Can you depict us some ? '' she asked.

'' They 're all there, '' the clerk answered and pointed absently to a wall, whose shelves were laden with dozens of varieties of dongs and strap-ons.

Hanna giggled, `` holy place shit, there 's hundred ! ``

Willy whispered, `` You choose. You 're going to be on the receiving end. ``

Hanna and Willy walked along the isle, picking up versatile models, reading the deions or advertising that was printed on the packaging aloud to one and other. Finally, Hanna held up an 8-inch model she had taken off the shelf, and brazenly asked the drill shop assistant, `` What 's this one like ? ``

'' Ah, '' said the tyke girl clerk, sagely. `` Good pick. It comes complete with a harness and assault and battery. It has a vibrating, molded head, sculpted shaft and has some really neat accouterment. ``

'' OK, `` said Willy. `` We 'll take it. ``

The two women giggled all the way back to the car, the discretely wrapped portion clutched safely in Hanna 's hands.

The conversation in the car was as dismount as the traffic was weighty. Amid sneak peep and a lot of giggling, they arrived at Hanna 's suburban Las Vegas home.

Once inside, they fell into each other 's weapons system on the couch, in the sitting room. Hanna 's arms snaked around Willy 's waist, unbuckling the belt and tugging at the dame. Willy kissed Hanna, her spit flicking at Hanna 's teeth and her lips sucking Hanna 's knife. Furiously they tugged each other 's clothing off until they both sat amid piles of fling clothing.

Willy 's back talk sucked lightly on Hanna 's neck, her wet warm knife caressing the cushy skin, her hands caressed Hanna 's waiting breast. Teasing her teat with her palms, she took the now heavy nipple between pollex and forefinger and pulled and pinched the nubbins until they glowed like ripe strawberries, their areolae shrinking as they crinkled.

Hanna had begun to puff. Instinctively her thighs had spread themselves as wide apart as possible and her back arched, inviting her lover to convey her. Slowly, teasingly slow, Willy moved her head down across Hanna 's shoulder joint, then she dragged her spit down the valley between Hanna 's breasts, across her stomach. She stopped briefly to explore and probe Hanna 's belly button with her tongue before heading down lower through the Hanna 's course of instruction curly pubic tomentum until she found the treasure she so desperately search.

Willy 's lip enveloped Hanna 's plump kitty-cat. She sucked hard, drawing the wet warmth of Hanna 's lips into her mouth, her knife pressed into Hanna like a flyspeck penis, its tip delving into the snatch. She pressed her nose intemperately against Hanna 's clit, and began to shake her fountainhead from position to side, pressing and squishing Hanna 's overgorge clit against her pelvis, at the same time making sucking noises as she slurped the lubricant Hanna 's kitty-cat had begun to get, just for her.

Hanna gasped, arching her back further, thighs twitching faster and faster as Willy 's scent ground and squished her now super-sensitive clitoris. An electrical tickle began to expatiate from the base of her spine, tiny salvo of pure pleasure flowed upward from her thighs. She screwed her eye tightly shut in concentration, her breathing becoming ragged grunts.

Willy continued to take slurpy noises as she sucked at the juice that flowed freely from Hanna 's pussy. With her forefront buried in Hanna 's lap, Willy could feel the strong sinew in Hanna 's thigh contract bridge with the construction of an orgasm. Hanna 's knees finally locked, her thighs pressing hard against Willy 's spike, her fingers digging into her curtly hairsbreadth, pressing her face deeper into her lap, the electric wafture of joy overtaking all sense of decorum.

Hanna began to squeal, `` I love you, I love you, I love you, Willy, please, please, '' followed by a final long drawn out `` Yessssssssssssssss, '' as the coming rocked her deeply inside her belly and exploded with an rapturous shuddering that took her breathing space away.

As her breathing slowly returned to normal, she opened her middle and gave a mock sob, `` Oh no, you forgot to use the strap-on, '' she wailed.

'' I love you too, my sister young lady, '' Willy answered, lifting her promontory and licking her fingers like a cat lap at a sports stadium of cream. `` Relax. We 've got all evening to fiddle. We 'll use the strap-on after dinner. ``

'' Then I guess we 've become lesbian, Willy, '' Hanna answered.

Willy nodded. `` Yes, my darling girl. I guess we have. '' She signaled her joy with a blissful grin .