Willy was a cop, girl of a cop, a sister to bull and cousin to many cops. A few months before her 36th natal day, she was slim, standing five foot nine with the wide shoulders, flattish chest, and reduce hips with the incredibly powerful thighs of a swimmer. She loved urine, and still swam when she got the prospect. She had short-circuit robustious moody haircloth that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable feature were her eyes. They were gravid ; the colours of a misty sea, sometimes gray-haired, changing to jade leafy vegetable, depending on her mood. With classic cheekbones, a beautiful human face, slim down body, she still got carded when entering a bar where she was n't known.

She helped the vice squad out from prison term to time, stake-outs, dressing in a plaid micro-mini and stiletto bounder and halter-tops, foresightful wigging, padded bra and tons of make up ; it was not something she overly enjoyed. Being a police detective, she loved, solving enigmatic robbery, catching `` scam-artists '', that flocked to Lope Felix de Vega Carpio, getting them `` off the street ''. This was her life. She enjoyed most other panorama of her career, as a peace officer, the camaraderie, the sense she was making a deviation. Like nigh bull, she hated the necessary paperwork and interminable court appearance that went alongside any stay. In plus, she shot `` Sniper '' with her custom Winchester 30.06 and was a member of the esteemed S.W.A.T.

She had been born with a pith defect, simply put, it beat ten to fifteen beats a minute obtuse than norm. essence specialists had no curative for the defect. The slower centre pace had given her a unanimous phlegmatic lookout on life that even her failed marriage ceremony and divorcement could not shake.

Willy was late. The traffic on the freeway was fire up, almost non-existent, so she pressed the gas just a niggling harder. The 1963 Panthera onca E-type was her only lavishness. It had cost her a fortune to reconstruct from the hulk she had discovered at an machine burial ground in the desert just outside of the city. The counterpart chromed exhaust system spat and growled as the sleek car snap forward at a bang-up pace. The monthly backyard category barbeque at her parent 's house, with her brothers and cousins was something she hated to miss.

She had restored the Brits mutant car herself ; her sidekick and dad spent countless hr helping her to recreate it, to the point it had first been driven off the factory lot in banishment England forty odd geezerhood ago. The paintwork gleamed British Racing jet. Each opus of chrome had been re-chromed and burnished until they shone. The locomotive engine and running gearing had been sent back to the Coventry mill where it had been blueprinted and retooled to accept the higher octane, lead-free gasolene of the prison term, rather than the conduct pollutant it had originally been created to run on. The leather of the Department of the Interior was buttercup brown, an take duplicate of the later '80 modeling, with soft as a glove the comfortable bucket derriere that enveloped the person sitting in them. The fascia and steering cycle had gone to a Jaguar specialist in California, the walnut refurbished, gauges replaced, and the leather re-stitched so that it appeared new and unblemished.

Her immersion was shattered by the squawk of a siren behind her, the red and white-hot revolving ignitor on the squad car lit up behind her, stabbed her eyes in the rear-view mirror and she lifted off the gas and coasted to a stopover on the shoulder of the road.

The cop who exited from the cruiser looked like a poster-girl for female 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 unity wrinkle in the starched khaki uniform, which she could see. The basket-weaved double-clasped `` Sam brown '' leather belt around her trim waist slanted down on her allow position, and supported a holstered semifinal automatic side arm and pouches for spare ammunition and regulation handcuffs. Her blonde whisker was tied back, as per the regulations, in a ponytail, that flowed out of the rachis of her baseball cap. Mirrored `` aeronaut '' Raybans hid and shielded her oculus from the desert glare, making it operose to estimate her age.

'' I clocked you at 70 six nautical mile per minute, Ma'am. The speed terminal point posted for this section of the freeway is fifty-five. May I see your license and proof of registration please ? ``

Willy fished in her pocketbook and withdrew her notecase and handed it to the officer, gold badge overt, identifying herself as a companion serenity officeholder. `` 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, please, police detective Smits '', she asked again.

Willy sighed, leaned over to the glove box and withdrew the pink ownership document and handed them to the officious fair sex, along with her charge card drivers license card.

'' The speed I clocked you at is above the level I can publish you a speeding ticket for. Regulation 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular dealings on highways of Nevada state clearly Department of State that when a fomite is measured doing a speed in surfeit of twenty nautical mile per minute over the put up fastness limit, it be impounded and that a summons be issued to the driver for a court fount. I have to sequester this fomite, and issue you a guarantee to come along in royal court, investigator Smits. Will you step out of the vehicle please ? I will radio for a tow-truck to admit your vehicle to pound. Do you need to contact anyone for replacement tape 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 niggling professional good manners ? '' She asked.

The blond patrolwoman answered sarcastically, `` Were you being professional by breaking the hurrying limit, Ms. Smits ? Or are you chasing a defendant in your common soldier vehicle ? 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 refuge belt. She pulled herself out of the seat and stood beside her beloved Jaguar. She punched button of her 'phone, and waited till the party she called answered. `` Hi Mom, is Dad there ? Yah, yah, I know everybody is there. I know I 'm late and that the Warren Burger are on the barbeque. Can I utter to Dad please ? ``

She waited, holding the phone to her ear. After a few seconds her dad came the phone. `` Hi Dad, can you bring me ? I 'm on main road thirty five about five miles from you ? No, no, the car is fine, in fact your dealings patrolwoman, um ... '' she squinted at the gold badge above the khaki uniform air hole, `` Officer field of battle, has just impounded it and is going to have it towed. Yes, okay Dad, wait on. ''

Willy handed the cellular earpiece to the blond policewoman. '' Its Deputy-Chief St. John Smits. He would care a Logos with you. ``

Hanna subject area took the offered headphone and radius. `` how-do-you-do this is officeholder Fields, Deputy-Chief. Yes sir, but ... but I have followed the even out operation in this case. I clocked the fomite at lxxvi mile per time of day. Yes sir, Chief. I understand. Thank you sir. '' She flushed as she handed the Motorola back to Willy.

'' You are free to go officer Smits. My apologies for detaining you. '' She turned, stalked to her patrol car with as much self-respect as she could muster, climbed in, revved the motor and proceeded, with a squeal of caoutchouc, to make an illegal U-turn over the multicolor median and head back the way she had originally come.

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

Her dad and Brother, most of her cousin-german, as well as many other relative were on the force. The merriment of the occasion was not lost on her kin. Her dad admonished her for the phone song while her brother teased her all good afternoon. Chilly-Willy became Leadfoot and Speed-demon.

As the good afternoon slowly descended into early on even, and the barbecue transformed into a game of family unit touch football game, Willy turned to her founder. `` Dad, can you get me Hanna field of force'home address ? '' She handed him her cellular phone. Her dad punched in his agency number and spoke to the clerk on duty. He wrote the destination on a sheet of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.

crepuscle became evening as the assorted home members began packing up and her parent 's driveway and front curtilage no longer resembled a parking lot. Willy headed back towards the city, at the send hurrying point of accumulation. She made a short stop at an all hours liquor store, and the florist alongside it. The panther coasted to a plosive outside a small household in a middle-income surface area of the urban center. The garden was sparsely populated. A white Honda still displaying New House of York plates was parked in the private road. Tall unmowed weed showed that the occupant spent fiddling prison term `` smelling the peak ''.

Willy stepped up and knocked on the front door, holding the bunch of red rose in movement of her. Hanna was no longer in her uniform when she answered the door, Willy noted that Hanna 's eyes were china bluing. She was dressed in a pair of shortcut jeans and cotton T-shirt with the red apple logotype for New York emblazoned on the social movement. Her bare toes coated with coral nail varnish peeked up at Willy, giving the phantasy of exposure.

Willy offered the blonde the prime. `` Peace offering, '' she stated sincerely.

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

'' I really am sorry, Hanna. I can call 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 scheme. This is my first workweek on the job here. I have been the butt of so many caper from everybody in the department since I got here. I thought you were just another parting of my creation, '' she said grinning. Your sarcastic lil wave as I drove off .... ugh ! '' she grunted.

Willy followed her into the sitting room. cardboard 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 roses and wine.

'' Let me find a vase and put these in some water. Look in that box. '' She pointed to an unopened box near the chair Willy was sitting on. You should find an undoer and glasses in there, probably near the bottom. ''

Hanna rummaged through a half abandon carton, and extracted a dewy-eyed glass vase for the roses. She walked through a door to the kitchen. Willy could hear her filling the vase from the faucet.

Willy found the shabu and undoer in the box, and proceeded to open the wine. Hanna returned, arranging the roses in the vase as she walked. She placed the flowers on top of the TV set and settled onto the Philip Dormer Stanhope across from the chair Willy was sitting on. Willy reached over and handed Hanna a meth of wine, then holding up her spyglass in a toast. `` To you, Hanna, a new first and my humble excuse 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 floor in front man of the stereo and selected a CD from a wad alongside the unit.

Soon melodic phrase of `` green goddess rings in the darkness '' filled the room. `` I love his slow animal beat, '' she said.

They sipped their wine and listened to the music, Hanna sitting cross legged in front man of the stereo and Willy on the hot seat adjacent to her. Their interpersonal ice began to dissolve and they began to talk about their careers - the job, the city, crime and their liveliness. The level of wine-colored slowly dropped until the last driblet was deposited into Hanna 's field glass. Hanna shrugged herself up onto her feet and weaved her way back into the kitchen. She returned with another three quarter filled bottleful of wine she 'd retrieved from the fridge.

The level of the second bottle dropped steadily until it too was hollow. By this prison term both girls were more than a fiddling tipsy and they had begun telling each other little mystery about their yesteryear. Hanna had admitted to Willy that she had not had sex with anybody since she had begun split up legal proceeding from her ex-husband a New York lawyer who had `` gotten it all, 'ceptin this goddam stereo '', in the divorce village, six months ago. She had moved to 'Vegas to commence again, she was twenty dollar bill nine. So far she had n't found anyone interesting enough to consider a bed married person.

Willy admitted that she had n't had sex with anyone since she ended the kinship with her ex-husband ten age ago. Her problem was, because of her slow heartbeat, she 'd never achieved an orgasm during sexual relation with her husband or any man for that topic. The only if way she could orgasm, was through extended Roger Sessions of masturbation, which left her emotionally and physically drained. Some mornings after `` pleasuring herself '' she was so sore `` down there '' it hardly seemed worth the feat. 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 substructure, peering at her watch. `` I really should be getting home, '' she said. `` I have to be on duty in little over five hours."

'' You ca n't drive in that status, '' Hanna said, looking very official while sprawling barefoot on the floor in front of her stereo. `` Gim me your key, '' 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 base, 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 stick the dark. '' She pointed at the chesterfield. `` You can spend the nighttime on my couch, or you can sleep in the bedroom. It 's a big bed and I 'm sure we 're both too sot to dissipate around. ``

Hanna led Willy to the bedroom. `` I 'll set the consternation for six. That gives you time to drive domicile, shower and put on clean undies, brush your tooth and hooey. '' She pushed Willy onto the bed, hastily pulling off her own T-shirt and jeans. She climbed onto the bed wearing only her scanty, next to Willy, who was struggling out of her clothes, and flicked off the light.

Sometime during the night their consistency connected. aurora started to spray warm desert temperateness into the darkened sleeping accommodation, while the two char slumbered in each early 's limb. Willy 's chief nestled on Hanna 's shoulder, and Hanna had her weapon wrapped around Willy, each hired hand resting on the taller girl 's bosom. Willy 's tit had minds of their own and were throbbingly vertical, thrusting into her palms. Unconsciously, Hanna bent downwards and kissed Willy 's neck.

Instantly both female child were awake !

Their eyes flew open as they hastily disengaged from each other. Hanna rolled off the bed. `` I 'll get java. You 'll have meter to get domicile and get set up for body of work, '' she said, peering at Willy still sprawled on the bed. She could n't blob out the beauty of Willy 's eyes as the taller little girl looked up at her, almost flaunting her taunt dark, hard pap. She could still feel them pushing into her ribbon, that, and the warmth 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 umber phiz and filters.

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

She approached Hanna from the can, her centre hammering. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, `` Here goes zero. '' She snaked both her arms under Hanna 's arms and then upward, her warm hands reaching up and encompassing Hanna 's heavy affectionate breasts. She flattened herself against Hanna 's bare back, her own engorged nipples pressing into Hanna 's flesh. Her breath was coming in gasps from care 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 forward motion ? joke at me ? There are endless possibleness of thing that 'll go wrong ! '' All these thoughts flashed through Willy 's judgement as she committed herself and consistency to this beautiful woman.

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

When Willy 's hands enveloped her breasts, and she molded herself to her rachis, Hanna 's pap responded instantly to the touch, warming and hardening, their areolae contracting as the mammilla enlarged themselves and became rock surd, pressing themselves back into Willy 's palm tree. Willy 's sass touched the cushy silky scruff of Hanna 's neck opening through her tussle blonde haircloth. Soft lip 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 help 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 custody covered Willy 's, guiding her fingerbreadth and palms as she pressed her chest into those warm loving hand. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy 's privates, feeling the warmth radiating there. Wanting Thomas More, she released one of Willy 's hired man and slid her manus into her panties. She slipped her forefinger over her clit, feeling it swell until she was surely it was at least three metre its normal size ! `` It must be at to the lowest degree an inch long, '' she thought.

Willy 's hired hand followed hers down, pushing and questing through the blonde pubic scroll until her finger's breadth slid over Hanna 's overeat clitoris. Willy 's digit touched and circled her button. This gentle touch overwhelmed Hanna. Her knee began to judder, her thighs trembled, an electrical tickling began cryptic in her belly, and her hint became heave. Letting everything go, she grabbed the kitchen rejoinder to keep standing. She arched her back as the foremost coming rocked her. She had always been speedy to reach orgasm, but these last 20 seconds were a new world disc. It did n't end with the first waving, Willy 's fingers entered her, and, achingly slow up, two finger penised their way into her warm up wetness. The outburst of her juice surprised her, her body responded to the invading fingers like nothing that she 'd ever experienced before.

Unable to keep herself tumid, Hanna slid to the kitchen floor. Holding her thighs almost unnaturally broad, she lewdly pumped her pussy upward onto Willy 's set fingerbreadth her breath had become grunts of perfect joy. Her back arched off the floor, and her eye screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy 's wet warm oral cavity and glossa on her snatch ! The look of her brass, her soft cheeks, pressed in between her second joint was amazing. As her finger flew into Willy 's hair, her whole eubstance gave one mighty shudder and began delivering the most mind-bending orgasm she 'd ever experienced.

Willy was intent on giving Hanna whatever she wanted. She 'd come after her to the floor. The experience of her own frustration during her masturbation Roger Huntington Sessions gave her penetration. She used every trick her own body had taught her to kick in Hanna an orgasm. Hanna 's body began to spasm rhythmically, her pussy enveloped her probing digit. Liquid, squishy phone gushed - sweet smelling lubricant emerged that pooled in Hanna 's blonde curls, and began running in run down her thigh, Willy 's sensualness was now officially in overdrive. She lowered her boldness to forgather the thrusts of Hanna 's pelvis, her tongue tentatively tasting at the escaping juices, until unable to control herself, she pressed her mouthpiece as hard as she could against Hanna 's swollen lips alongside her flexing digit and began to suck 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 devoid of Hanna 's cunt with an audible 'plop'auditory sensation. But she was unable to move her mind away. Hanna 's fingers had dug into Willy 's hair, keeping her face captive between her heaving thighs.

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

Weeks and weeks later, at the station, Willy was sitting in a privy stall, as she listened to the two fair sex who were chatting while putting on their war paint in front man of the mirror of the ladies change room.

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

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

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

'' She 's divorced ; no kids ; been in three New House of York precinct family since she left the law honorary society. She also has two commendation - one for bravery, one for merit. Her previous Captain in New York recommended her for sergeant, but she was passed over because she had marital trouble, then she asked to be transferred here to Vegas. ``

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

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

'' So what is in the cap ? ``

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

'' Is that all ? ``

'' Pretty a lot. ``

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

'' What ? ``

'' I hear she 's pretty blotto with the tribal chief 's daughter. ``

'' Who, Chilly-Willy ? ``

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

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

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

'' Oh ? Why is her project English car in front of Fields'place every nighttime for the stopping point two month then, huh ? ``

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

'' semen on, let 's get out there, and deliver the human race. ``

Willy heard the two gossip 's footsteps moving away and the door of the woman 's public lavatory opening.

Willy stood, flushed the roll, smoothed down her skirt and opened the stall threshold. After washing her hands, she exited the washroom, and followed the two distaff undifferentiated officers towards the duty desk.

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

Not bothering to appear up, the balding overweight sergeant grunted something and jerked his ovolo over his articulatio humeri at the squad room room access behind him, and continued to canvas the newspaper in nominal head of him.

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

Hanna looked up and flashed a wide smiling, her luminous blue optic lighting up. `` Hi, Willy. I 'm just about done. Gim me five second, OK ? I just need to end 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 opposite Hanna, who scribbled furiously, and finished the news report by signing it with a flourish.

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

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

The white passion of the desert almost overwhelmed them as they stepped down from the stairs of the police station, into the sun. Almost simultaneously both woman reached instinctively for their sunglasses. Hanna 's were the mirrored Ray-bans `` aeronaut '' that hid her wide expressive blue oculus. Willy 's were the less concealing Gucci wrap-around, that shaded her Charles Herbert Best feature, her luminous green eyes, and framed her classic cheekbones.

The two girls walked side by slope along the paving, their hands `` almost '' touching. They made a contrasting pair. Hanna at five-eleven, the taller of the two by two inches, had a body that turned read/write head wherever she went. Her normally below the articulatio humeri length cancel blonde hair was pulled back, severely in a `` pony-tail ''. She 'd slipped into a snowy midriff tank-top, which displayed her flavourless stomach and cute belly button and showed her succulent 36C breasts to their upright advantage. The faded Matthew denims she 'd put on expect as though they were bought a size too low and had shrunk in the wash.

In contrast, Willy 's short, unruly non-white hair was brushed carelessly back off her forehead. dim-witted little gold hoops pierced the lobes of her ear. A interior decorator label crème blouse accentuated her shoulders without the aid of shoulder-pads ; three of its buttons were open at her neck opening, displaying the synopsis of a pair of 32B cup titty, without flaunting any inadequateness. Her narrow waistline was cinched with a all-encompassing horse opera leather rap and Navaho belt buckle. A gray-green skirt ended just above her human knee, giving people who bothered to reckon a glimpse of well-developed thighs, calves and ticklish ankles. Both women wore comfy, though unfashionable, running shoes.

As they reached Willy 's '63 racing-green E-type Jaguar, Willy unlocked the passenger door and held it open for Hanna, before moving to the driver 's door and slipping behind the cycle. She moved the car into the of late afternoon traffic, heading towards Hanna 's business firm.

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 Lesbian, '' Willy remonstrated.

'' No we 're not, but we can get a strap-on, '' Hanna responded. `` stop consonant 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 bombastic sex shop, hand in script. A Goth-like salesclerk fill out with blench make-up, darkened centre, sorry dark-gray dress, blackened hair, spiked bracelets and leash, disengaged herself from a co-worker and the magazine they were avidly reading. `` Can I help you madam ? '' she asked.

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

The shop clerk nodded knowingly, `` Any peculiar model or size ? '' she asked.

This metre Willy blushed. `` Well no. Can you record us some ? '' she asked.

'' They 're all there, '' the clerk answered and pointed absently to a rampart, whose ledge were lade with loads of assortment of dongs and strap-ons.

Hanna giggled, `` holy tinker's damn, there 's one C ! ``

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

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

'' Ah, '' said the Goth girl clerk, sagely. `` Good pick. It comes double-dyed with a harness and assault and battery. It has a vibrating, molded header, sculpted shaft and has some really neat accessories. ``

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

The two womanhood 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 fall as the traffic was heavy. Amid sneak peeks and a lot of giggling, they arrived at Hanna 's suburban Las Vegas home.

Once inside, they fell into each other 's subdivision on the lounge, in the session way. Hanna 's weapon snaked around Willy 's waist, unbuckling the belt and tugging at the skirt. Willy kissed Hanna, her natural language flicking at Hanna 's teeth and her lips sucking Hanna 's tongue. Furiously they tugged each other 's article of clothing off until they both sat amid tidy sum of discarded clothing.

Willy 's lip sucked lightly on Hanna 's neck opening, her wet warm tongue caressing the cushy skin, her mitt caressed Hanna 's waiting breasts. Teasing her nipples with her thenar, she took the now heavy nipples between thumb and forefinger and pulled and pinched the nubbins until they glowed like ripe hemangioma simplex, their areola shrinking as they crinkled.

Hanna had begun to pant. Instinctively her thighs had spread themselves as wide apart as possible and her back arched, inviting her fan to engage her. Slowly, teasingly slow down, Willy moved her promontory down across Hanna 's shoulder joint, then she dragged her tongue down the vale between Hanna 's white meat, across her belly. She stopped briefly to explore and probe Hanna 's belly button with her tongue before heading down lower through the Hanna 's course curly pubic haircloth until she found the gem she so desperately sought.

Willy 's mouth enveloped Hanna 's plump pussy. She sucked hard, drawing the wet warmth of Hanna 's lips into her rima oris, her lingua pressed into Hanna like a tiny member, its tip delving into the snatch. She pressed her nose punishing against Hanna 's clit, and began to shake her promontory from side to side, pressing and squishing Hanna 's glut button against her pelvis, at the same clip making sucking noises as she slurped the lubricant Hanna 's pussy had begun to grow, just for her.

Hanna gasped, arching her back further, thighs twitching faster and faster as Willy 's nozzle flat coat and squished her now super-sensitive clit. An electric tickling began to expand from the base of her spikelet, petite bursts of pure pleasure flowed upward from her thigh. She screwed her eyes tightly shut in concentration, her breathing becoming ragged grunts.

Willy continued to hold slurpy randomness as she sucked at the juice that flowed freely from Hanna 's pussy. With her head buried in Hanna 's lap, Willy could feel the strong muscularity in Hanna 's thighs contract with the building of an orgasm. Hanna 's knees finally locked, her thighs pressing hard against Willy 's ears, her fingers digging into her short hair, pressing her face deeper into her lap, the electrical waving of pleasure overtaking all sense of decorum.

Hanna began to squeal, `` I love you, I love you, I love you, Willy, please, please, '' followed by a last long drawn out `` Yessssssssssssssss, '' as the sexual climax rocked her oceanic abyss inside her belly and exploded with an ecstatic shuddering that took her breathing time away.

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

'' I love you too, my baby female child, '' Willy answered, lifting her drumhead and licking her digit like a cat lap covering at a bowl of cream. `` Relax. We 've got all eventide to play. We 'll use the strap-on after dinner. ``

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

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