Willy was a cop, girl of a cop, a sister to cops and first cousin to many cops. A few month before her thirty-sixth birthday, she was slim, standing five foot nine with the wide shoulder, flattish bureau, and slender rosehip with the incredibly powerful thighs of a bather. She loved water supply, and still swam when she got the luck. She had short-circuit unruly sorry hair that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable feature were her centre. They were large ; the colors of a misty sea, sometimes hoary, changing to jade green, depending on her mood. With classic cheekbones, a beautiful face, slim body, she still got carded when entering a bar where she was n't known.

She helped the vice squad out from time to time, stake-outs, dressing in a plaid micro-mini and stiletto dog and halter-tops, hanker wig, padded bra and oodles of make up ; it was not something she overly enjoyed. Being a investigator, she loved, solving puzzling looting, catching `` scam-artists '', that flocked to Lope Felix de Vega Carpio, getting them `` off the street ''. This was her life. She enjoyed most early prospect of her career, as a repose officer, the comradery, the sense she was making a difference. Like nigh cops, she hated the necessary paperwork and endless court appearances that went alongside any arrest. In addition, she shot `` Sniper '' with her custom Winchester 30.06 and was a member of the prestigious S.W.A.T.

She had been born with a heart and soul fault, simply put, it beat ten to fifteen beats a minute slower than average. Heart specialiser had no cure for the blemish. The slower heart rate had given her a unanimous phlegmatic mindset on sprightliness that even her failed union and divorce could not shake.

Willy was late. The dealings on the expressway was light, almost non-existent, so she pressed the gas just a little harder. The 1963 panther E-type was her only extravagance. It had cost her a fortune to rebuild from the heavyweight she had discovered at an auto cemetery in the desert just outside of the city. The Twin chromed exhausts gaiter and growled as the silky car shot forward at a greater pace. The monthly backyard crime syndicate barbecue at her parent 's house, with her brothers and cousin was something she hated to miss.

She had restored the British sports car herself ; her buddy and dad spent countless time of day helping her to recreate it, to the power point it had first been driven off the factory lot in Coventry England forty odd old age ago. The paintwork gleamed Brits Racing super C. Each piece of chrome had been re-chromed and burnished until they shone. The Engine and running gear had been sent back to the Coventry manufacturing plant where it had been blueprinted and retooled to admit the higher octane, lead-free gasoline of the clip, rather than the leaded pollutant it had originally been created to run on. The leather of the interior was kingcup brown, an exact duplicate of the later '80 manikin, with soft as a mitt the comfortable bucketful tooshie that enveloped the person sitting in them. The splashboard and steering steering wheel had gone to a Panthera onca specialiser in California, the walnut refurbished, calibre replaced, and the leather re-stitched so that it appeared new and unblemished.

Her assiduity was shattered by the gripe of a siren behind her, the red and egg white revolving lights 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 stop on the shoulder of the road.

The cop who exited from the cruiser looked like a poster-girl for distaff bull everywhere. Willy estimated her to be about five foot ten inches. She filled the khaki uniform, as if she had been poured into it. There was not a ace wrinkle in the starched khaki uniform, which she could see. The basket-weaved double-clasped `` Sam Brown '' leather belt around her spare waist slanted down on her left side, and supported a holstered articulated lorry automatic pistol and pouches for supererogatory ammo and regulation cuff. Her blonde hair was tied back, as per the regulation, in a ponytail, that flowed out of the back of her baseball game cap. Mirrored `` aviator '' Raybans hid and shielded her eyes from the desert blaze, making it hard to estimate her age.

'' I clocked you at LXX six miles per hour, ma'am. The pep pill limit posted for this section of the freeway is fifty-five. May I see your permission and substantiation of adjustment please ? ``

Willy fished in her purse and withdrew her wallet and handed it to the military officer, amber badge subject, identifying herself as a fellow peace military officer. `` Hi '', she greeted, `` Willy Smits, metro office, `` 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 garden pink possession papers and handed them to the meddling woman, along with her charge plate number one wood license card.

'' The stop number I clocked you at is above the point I can cut you a speeding slate for. regulation 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular traffic on highways of Nevada state clearly states that when a vehicle is measured doing a speed in surfeit of XX miles per hour over the post pep pill limit, it be impounded and that a summons be issued to the driver for a court case. I have to impound this vehicle, and put out you a guarantee to appear in court, Detective Smits. testament you step out of the vehicle please ? I will radio for a tow-truck to engage your vehicle to impound. Do you need to contact anyone for alternate transport, or shall I drive you to the nearest bus station ? Perhaps you would prefer it, if I called you a cab ? '' the blonde 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 by breaking the velocity point of accumulation, Ms. Smits ? Or are you chasing a defendant in your buck private vehicle ? Perhaps you 're being chased ? '' She looked around hastily for the offending vehicle.

Willy shook her psyche resigned to the fact that the police matron was serious. She dug into her pocketbook and pulled out her cellular 'phone, while unbuckling her safety belt. She pulled herself out of the prat and stood beside her honey Panthera onca. She punched push button of her 'phone, and waited till the political party she called answered. `` Hi Mom, is Dad there ? Yah, yah, I know everybody is there. I know I 'm previous and that the burgers are on the barbeque. Can I mouth to Dad please ? ``

She waited, holding the headphone to her ear. After a few seconds her dad came the phone. `` Hi Dad, can you fetch me ? I 'm on highway thirty five about five miles from you ? No, no, the car is fine, in fact your traffic patrolwoman, um ... '' she squinted at the Au badge above the khaki uniform scoop, `` military officer Fields, has just impounded it and is going to experience it towed. Yes, okay Dad, hold on. ''

Willy handed the cellular phone to the blonde policewoman. '' Its Deputy-Chief John Smits. He would like a word with you. ``

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

'' You are free to go military officer Smits. My apology for detaining you. '' She turned, stalked to her patrol car with as practically gravitas as she could muster, climbed in, revved the motor and proceeded, with a squeal of rubber, to cook an illegal U-turn over the painted median value and head word 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 enjoy her family barbeque.

Her dad and Brother, near of her first cousin, as well as many early relatives were on the effect. The merriment of the affair was not lost on her fellowship. Her dad admonished her for the earphone vociferation while her brothers teased her all afternoon. Chilly-Willy became Leadfoot and Speed-demon.

As the afternoon slowly descended into early evening, and the barbecue transformed into a game of family mite football, Willy turned to her father. `` Dad, can you get me Hanna Fields'home address ? '' She handed him her cellphone. Her dad punched in his office number and spoke to the clerk on tariff. He wrote the address on a sheet of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.

Dusk became evening as the versatile family members began packing up and her parent 's driveway and forepart railway yard no longer resembled a parking lot. Willy headed back towards the city, at the posted hurrying demarcation line. She made a short circuit full point at an all minute liquor store, and the flower store alongside it. The jaguar coasted to a halt outside a low abode in a middle-income sphere of the city. The garden was sparsely populated. A white Honda still displaying New York plates was parked in the private road. Tall unmowed grass showed that the resident spent little metre `` smelling the flowers ''.

Willy stepped up and knocked on the forepart door, holding the clump of red blush wine in front man of her. Hanna was no longer in her uniform when she answered the doorway, Willy noted that Hanna 's oculus were china blue. She was dressed in a pair of cutoff jeans and cotton jersey with the red apple logotype for New York emblazoned on the front. Her bare toes coated with coral apprehend varnish peeked up at Willy, giving the illusion of vulnerability.

Willy offered the blond the flowers. `` serenity offer, '' she stated sincerely.

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

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

Hanna shrugged as she answered, `` I guess, although it still does n't make it right, thought. You abused the arrangement. This is my number 1 week on the job here. I have been the stub of so many jokes from everybody in the department since I got here. I thought you were just another contribution of my institution, '' she said grinning. Your sarcastic lil undulation as I drove off .... ugh ! '' she grunted.

Willy followed her into the sitting way. Cardboard corner were strewn unattended on the floor, some still unopened. It was obvious that Hanna had not gotten unpacked yet. She handed Hanna the blush wine 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 chairwoman Willy was sitting on. You should happen an opener and glasses in there, probably near the bottom. ''

Hanna rummaged through a half abandon carton, and extracted a unsubdivided glass vase for the rosiness. She walked through a threshold to the kitchen. Willy could hear her filling the vase from the faucet.

Willy found the glasses and undoer in the box, and proceeded to open the wine-colored. Hanna returned, arranging the rosiness in the vase as she walked. She placed the flowers on top of the TV set and settled onto the chesterfield across from the chair Willy was sitting on. Willy reached over and handed Hanna a glass of wine, then holding up her glass in a toast. `` To you, Hanna, a new beginning and my humble apologies for abusing the system. ``

They drank in silence.

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

Soon nervous strain of `` Smoke rings in the night '' filled the elbow room. `` I love his slow sensual rhythm, '' she said.

They sipped their wine and listened to the music, Hanna sitting crossing legged in front man of the stereo and Willy on the chair next to her. Their interpersonal ice began to melt and they began to discuss their careers - the job, the city, crime and their lives. The level of vino slowly dropped until the last drop was deposited into Hanna 's glass. Hanna shrugged herself up onto her feet and weaved her way back into the kitchen. She returned with another three fourth part filled bottleful of wine she 'd retrieved from the fridge.

The level of the 2d bottle dropped steadily until it too was empty-bellied. By this time both girls were more than a little tipsy and they had begun telling each other footling mystery 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-husband a New York lawyer who had `` gotten it all, 'ceptin this goddam stereo '', in the divorce small town, six calendar month ago. She had moved to 'Vegas to begin again, she was 20 nine. So far she had n't found anyone interesting adequate to consider a bed married person.

Willy admitted that she had n't had sex with anyone since she ended the relationship with her ex-husband ten years ago. Her trouble was, because of her behind jiffy, she 'd never achieved an sexual climax during intercourse with her husband or any man for that matter. The entirely way she could orgasm, was through lengthy sessions of onanism, which left her emotionally and physically drained. Some break of the day after `` pleasuring herself '' she was so sore `` down there '' it hardly seemed worth the exertion. Her nickname in the department was `` Chilly-Willy '' because it seemed that she had no interest 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 tariff in footling over five hours."

'' You ca n't labor in that consideration, '' Hanna said, looking very official while sprawling barefoot on the floor in front of her stereoscopic photograph. `` Gim me your samara, '' 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 groundwork, and walked to Willy who still was rummaging through her bag for the winder. `` You can not drive drunk, Willy. If you want, you can stick the Night. '' She pointed at the chesterfield. `` You can expend the dark on my couch, or you can sleep in the sleeping accommodation. It 's a big bed and I 'm certainly we 're both too drunk to fool around. ``

Hanna led Willy to the bedroom. `` I 'll set the alarm for six. That gives you time to drive home, lavish and put on clean undies, brush your teeth and material. '' She pushed Willy onto the bed, hastily pulling off her own T-shirt and dungaree. She climbed onto the bed wearing only her panty, adjacent to Willy, who was struggling out of her clothes, and flicked off the light.

Sometime during the Night their soundbox connected. Dawn started to spray warm desert sunshine into the darkened bedchamber, while the two cleaning woman slumbered in each other 's arms. Willy 's head nestled on Hanna 's shoulder joint, and Hanna had her coat of arms wrapped around Willy, each paw resting on the taller girl 's bosom. Willy 's pap had thinker of their own and were throbbingly erect, thrusting into her decoration. Unconsciously, Hanna bent downwards and kissed Willy 's neck.

Instantly both girls were awake !

Their oculus flew overt as they hastily disengaged from each other. Hanna rolled off the bed. `` I 'll get coffee. You 'll bear meter to get place and get cook for study, '' she said, peering at Willy still sprawled on the bed. She could n't blot out the beauty of Willy 's eyes as the taller girl looked up at her, almost flaunting her twit dark, heavy nipples. She could still feel them pushing into her medallion, that, and the passion that Willy 's soundbox had radiated.

With that, still clad only in her panties, she turned and walked to the kitchen and began rustling the umber physiognomy 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 kernel pounding. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, `` Here goes nothing. '' She snaked both her arms under Hanna 's arm and then upward, her lovesome script reaching up and encompassing Hanna 's large tender breasts. She flattened herself against Hanna 's bare back, her own engorged mamilla pressing into Hanna 's bod. Her breath was coming in gasps from fear of rejection and fear of the stranger. She 'd never ever even considered having sex with another woman. `` What if Hanna starts screaming ? Rejects my advances ? gag at me ? There are endless opening of things that 'll go wrong ! '' All these persuasion flashed through Willy 's mind as she committed herself and body to this beautiful woman.

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

When Willy 's hands enveloped her white meat, and she molded herself to her rear, Hanna 's mamilla responded instantly to the touch, warming and hardening, their areolae contracting as the nipples enlarged themselves and became rock difficult, pressing themselves back into Willy 's laurel wreath. Willy 's backtalk touched the soft satiny scruff of Hanna 's neck through her muss blonde haircloth. delicate lip kissed her, then Willy 's tongue began lapping where she had just been kissed. It sent tiny shiver of pure ecstasy down Hanna 's spine. Automatically, heat and moisture began seeping between her legs.

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

'' Neither have I, '' Hanna panted, her helping hand covered Willy 's, guiding her finger's breadth and palms as she pressed her breast into those quick loving hired man. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy 's crotch, feeling the lovingness radiating there. Wanting Thomas More, she released one of Willy 's hands and slid her hand into her panties. She slipped her index finger over her clitoris, feeling it swell until she was certainly it was at least three times its normal size ! `` It must be at least an inch long, '' she thought.

Willy 's hand followed hers down, pushing and questing through the blonde pubic lock until her fingers slid over Hanna 's engorged clitoris. Willy 's digit touched and circled her clit. This soft touch overwhelmed Hanna. Her knees began to shake up, her thighs trembled, an electrical tickle began mysterious in her belly, and her breath became puff. Letting everything go, she grabbed the kitchen retort to restrain standing. She arched her back as the low gear coming rocked her. She had always been straightaway to achieve orgasm, but these finally twenty seconds were a new earth record. It did n't end with the initiative Wave, Willy 's finger's breadth entered her, and, achingly obtuse, two fingers penised their way into her warm wetness. The flush of her juice surprised her, her torso responded to the invasive fingerbreadth like nada that she 'd ever experienced before.

Unable to keep herself erect, Hanna slid to the kitchen floor. Holding her thighs almost unnaturally wide, she lewdly pumped her kitty-cat up onto Willy 's rigid fingers her breath had become grunts of pure pleasance. Her back arched off the floor, and her oculus screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy 's wet tender mouth and spit on her pussy ! The feel of her side, her diffused cheeks, pressed in between her thighs was amazing. As her digit flew into Willy 's hair, her whole torso gave one mighty tingle and began delivering the most mind-blowing orgasm she 'd ever experienced.

Willy was intent on giving Hanna whatever she wanted. She 'd followed her to the floor. The experience of her own frustration during her onanism sessions gave her insight. She used every illusion her own body had taught her to yield Hanna an orgasm. Hanna 's body began to spasm rhythmically, her snatch enveloped her probing fingers. Liquid, spongelike sounds gushed - sweet-scented smelling lubricant emerged that pooled in Hanna 's blonde curls, and began running in rivulets down her thighs, Willy 's sensuality was now officially in overdrive. She lowered her side to cope with the thrusts of Hanna 's pelvis, her tongue tentatively tasting at the escaping juices, until unable to ascertain herself, she pressed her mouth as hard as she could against Hanna 's swollen sass alongside her flexing finger's breadth and began to lactate at the slick warm liquid Hanna 's pussy was creating just for her.

Hanna 's squeal as her orgasm overtook her frightened Willy and instinctively she stopped, pulling her fingerbreadth release of Hanna 's pussy with an audible 'plop'sound. But she was unable to prompt her head away. Hanna 's finger's breadth had dug into Willy 's whisker, keeping her brass captive between her heaving thigh.

Finally, totally expend, Hanna, reclined on the kitchen storey. 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 fuck how to cure a hang-over ! ``

Weeks and workweek later, at the post, Willy was sitting in a can stall, as she listened to the two women who were chatting while putting on their war paint in front of the mirror of the ladies change room.

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

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

'' So what 's the juice then ? Tell me all, '' the beginning woman demanded.

'' She 's divorced ; no kids ; been in three New York precinct houses since she left the police academy. She also has two citation - one for bravery, one for merit. Her old sea captain in New York recommended her for serjeant, but she was passed over because she had marital job, then she asked to be transferred here to Lope de Vega. ``

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

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

'' So what is in the jacket ? ``

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

'' Is that all ? ``

'' Pretty lots. ``

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

'' What ? ``

'' I hear she 's pretty tight with the honcho 's daughter. ``

'' Who, Chilly-Willy ? ``

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

'' Wooo ! Sounds like dangerous lesbo action. ``

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

'' Oh ? Why is her partiality English car in strawman of Fields'property every night for the last two months then, huh ? ``

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

'' Come on, let 's get out there, and economize the mankind. ``

Willy heard the two gabfest 's footfall moving away and the door of the woman 's restroom opening.

Willy stood, flushed the bowl, smoothed down her skirt and opened the drag one's feet door. After washing her hands, she exited the washroom, and followed the two female person uniform officers towards the duty desk.

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

Not bothering to face up, the balding overweight sergeant grunted something and jerked his thumb over his berm at the squad room door behind him, and continued to study the written document in social movement of him.

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

Hanna looked up and flashed a wide-cut smile, her aglow blue center lighting up. `` Hi, Willy. I 'm just about done. Gim me five minutes, OK ? I just need to finish this, '' she said, pointing to the report she was working on, `` and I 'm finished for the day. '' She grinned.

Willy nodded and sat opposite Hanna, who scribbled furiously, and finished the report by signing it with a flourish.

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

Hanna opened a desk drawer, took out and holstered her obligation shooting iron, rose, and headed for the room access, followed by Willy.

The snowy heat of the desert almost overwhelmed them as they stepped down from the stairs of the police station, into the sunlight. Almost simultaneously both woman reached instinctively for their shades. Hanna 's were the mirrored Ray-bans `` aeronaut '' that hid her extensive expressive profane eyes. Willy 's were the less concealing Gucci wrap-around, that shaded her salutary feature, her lambent green eyes, and framed her classic cheekbones.

The two girls walked position by English along the paving material, their mitt `` almost '' touching. They made a contrastive pair. Hanna at five-eleven, the taller of the two by two inches, had a body that turned heads wherever she went. Her normally below the shoulder length natural blonde pilus was pulled back, severely in a `` pony-tail ''. She 'd slipped into a white middle tank-top, which displayed her plane tummy and cute belly release and showed her soaker 36C breasts to their estimable advantage. The faded St. Matthew the Apostle denims she 'd put on reckon as though they were bought a size of it too pocket-sized and had shrunk in the wash.

In contrast, Willy 's dead, rumbustious dark hair was brushed carelessly back off her frontal bone. Simple little gold hoops pierced the lobes of her ears. A designer label crème blouse accentuated her shoulder without the aid of shoulder-pads ; three of its buttons were open at her neck opening, displaying the outline of a dyad of 32B cup bosom, without flaunting any inadequacy. Her narrow shank was cinched with a wide western leather swath and Navajo belt buckle. A gray-green doll ended just above her knee joint, giving people who bothered to see a glimpse of well-developed thighs, calfskin and soft ankles. Both women wore comfortable, though unfashionable, running shoes.

As they reached Willy 's '63 racing-green E-type Panthera onca, Willy unlocked the passenger door and held it open for Hanna, before moving to the driver 's doorway 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 tribade, '' Willy remonstrated.

'' No we 're not, but we can get a strap-on, '' Hanna responded. `` Stop there, '' she pointed to a vacant parking spot in front of a well known sex shop. `` 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 large sex shop, helping hand in manus. A Goth-like shop assistant complete with pale make-up, darkened eyes, drab dark-gray dress, blackened hair, spiked bracelets and collar, disengaged herself from a colleague and the magazine they were avidly reading. `` Can I help you ladies ? '' she asked.

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

The shop assistant nodded knowingly, `` Any particular proposition model or size ? '' she asked.

This prison term Willy blushed. `` well no. Can you show us some ? '' she asked.

'' They 're all there, '' the shop assistant answered and pointed absently to a wall, whose shelves were load up with lashings of varieties of dongs and strap-ons.

Hanna giggled, `` Holy shit, there 's C ! ``

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

Hanna and Willy walked along the isle, picking up versatile exemplar, reading the deions or advertisement that was printed on the packaging aloud to one and other. Finally, Hanna held up an 8-inch good example she had taken off the shelf, and brazenly asked the bored clerk, `` What 's this one like ? ``

'' Ah, '' said the boor missy clerk, sagely. `` Good alternative. It comes complete with a harness and bombardment. It has a vibrating, molded point, sculpted diaphysis and has some really bang-up add-on. ``

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

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

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

Once inside, they fell into each other 's arms on the sofa, in the sitting room. Hanna 's coat of arms snaked around Willy 's waist, unbuckling the belt and tugging at the skirt. Willy kissed Hanna, her spit flicking at Hanna 's teeth and her backtalk sucking Hanna 's spit. Furiously they tugged each other 's clothing off until they both sat amid galvanic pile of discarded clothing.

Willy 's oral cavity sucked lightly on Hanna 's neck opening, her wet tender tongue caressing the soft skin, her hands caressed Hanna 's waiting boob. Teasing her nipple with her palms, she took the now large tit between thumb and index and pulled and pinched the nubbins until they glowed like ripe strawberry mark, their areola shrinking as they crinkled.

Hanna had begun to gasp. Instinctively her thigh had spread themselves as widely apart as potential and her back arched, inviting her buff to take her. Slowly, teasingly decelerate, Willy moved her principal down across Hanna 's shoulder, then she dragged her tongue down the valley between Hanna 's tit, across her belly. She stopped briefly to research and probe Hanna 's belly clit with her tongue before heading down lower through the Hanna 's course curly pubic hairs until she found the treasure she so desperately sought.

Willy 's mouth enveloped Hanna 's plump kitty. She sucked hard, drawing the wet fondness of Hanna 's lips into her backtalk, her lingua pressed into Hanna like a lilliputian phallus, its tip delving into the slit. She pressed her nose hard against Hanna 's clit, and began to judder her head from side to side, pressing and squishing Hanna 's engorged clit against her pelvic girdle, at the same time making sucking noises as she slurped the lubricant Hanna 's pussy had begun to produce, just for her.

Hanna gasped, arching her back further, thighs twitching faster and faster as Willy 's nose background and squished her now super-sensitive clitoris. An electrical tickle began to expand from the pedestal of her spine, tiny bursts of pure pleasure flowed upward from her second joint. She screwed her eyes tightly shut in density, her breathing becoming ragged grunts.

Willy continued to attain slurpy stochasticity as she sucked at the juice that flowed freely from Hanna 's twat. With her headspring buried in Hanna 's lap, Willy could experience the strong muscularity in Hanna 's thigh contract with the building of an coming. Hanna 's stifle finally locked, her thigh pressing hard against Willy 's pinna, her finger digging into her short fuzz, pressing her face deeper into her lap, the electric moving ridge of delight overtaking all sentience of decorousness.

Hanna began to confess, `` 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 deep inside her belly and exploded with an ecstatic shuddering that took her breath away.

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

'' I love you too, my sister girl, '' Willy answered, lifting her head and licking her fingers like a cat laps at a bowling ball of cream. `` Relax. We 've got all eventide to roleplay. We 'll use the strap-on after dinner. ``

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

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