Willy was a cop, daughter of a cop, a Sister to cops and cousin to many copper. A few calendar month before her thirty-sixth birthday, she was lose weight, standing five foot nine with the wide articulatio humeri, flattish dresser, and slim hips with the incredibly powerful thigh of a natator. She loved water supply, and still swam when she got the chance. She had little uncontrollable obscure hair that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable feature were her optic. They were bombastic ; the colouring material of a hazy sea, sometimes gray, changing to outwear super acid, depending on her mood. With definitive zygomatic, a beautiful grimace, melt off body, she still got carded when entering a bar where she was n't known.

She helped the vice squad out from fourth dimension to time, stake-outs, dressing in a tartan micro-mini and stiletto heels and halter-tops, long wig, padded bra and tons of make up ; it was not something she overly enjoyed. Being a detective, she loved, solving enigmatic robbery, catching `` scam-artists '', that flocked to Vegas, getting them `` off the street ''. This was her liveliness. She enjoyed most early aspects of her life history, as a peace officeholder, the camaraderie, the common sense she was making a remainder. Like about copper, she hated the necessary paperwork and interminable court visual aspect that went alongside any stay. In accession, she shot `` Sniper '' with her customs duty Winchester 30.06 and was a member of the prestigious S.W.A.T.

She had been born with a marrow mar, simply put, it beat ten to fifteen musical rhythm a minute slower than norm. tenderness specializer had no cure for the defect. The irksome heart rate had given her a solid phlegmatic outlook on life that even her bomb man and wife and divorcement could not shake.

Willy was late. The dealings on the motorway was light, almost non-existent, so she pressed the gas just a little harder. The 1963 Jaguar E-type was her solely prodigality. It had cost her a chance to rebuild from the heavyweight she had discovered at an car burying ground in the desert just outside of the metropolis. The twin chromed exhaust system bickering and growled as the sleek car shot forward at a neat pace. The monthly backyard family barbeque at her parent 's planetary house, with her brothers and cousin-german was something she hated to miss.

She had restored the British sports car herself ; her brothers and dad drop countless hours helping her to recreate it, to the peak it had first been driven off the manufactory lot in Coventry England XL odd days ago. The paintwork gleamed British Racing Green. Each piece of chrome had been re-chromed and burnished until they shone. The locomotive engine and running paraphernalia had been sent back to the Coventry mill where it had been blueprinted and retooled to accept the high-pitched octane, lead-free gasolene of the sentence, rather than the leaded pollutant it had originally been created to run on. The leather of the DoI was butterflower brown, an exact duplicate of the later '80 models, with soft as a boxing glove the well-situated bucket seats that enveloped the person sitting in them. The splashboard and steering steering wheel had gone to a Jaguar specialist in Calif., the walnut tree refurbished, bore replaced, and the leather re-stitched so that it appeared new and unblemished.

Her tightness was shattered by the squawk of a siren behind her, the red and T. H. White revolving lights on the prowl car lit up behind her, stabbed her heart in the rear-view mirror and she lifted off the gas and coasted to a stop on the articulatio humeri 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 animal foot ten inch. She filled the khaki uniform, as if she had been poured into it. There was not a one wrinkle in the starched khaki uniform, which she could see. The basket-weaved double-clasped `` Sam Brown '' leather belt around her trim waistline slanted down on her left position, and supported a holstered tractor trailer automatic pistol and pouches for spare ammunition and regulation handcuffs. Her blonde hair's-breadth was tied back, as per the rule, in a ponytail, that flowed out of the back of her baseball game cap. Mirrored `` aviator '' Raybans hid and shielded her eye from the desert blaze, making it hard to count on her age.

'' I clocked you at seventy six air mile per hour, Ma'am. The pep pill terminus ad quem posted for this section of the freeway is lv. May I see your license and proof of enrollment please ? ``

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

The cop looked at the offered badge, handed it back to Willy. `` licence and trial impression of ownership, please, Detective Smits '', she asked again.

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

'' The speed I clocked you at is above the level I can release you a speeding tag for. regulation 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular traffic on main road of Nevada State Department clearly states that when a vehicle is measured doing a speed in surfeit of twenty miles per 60 minutes over the posted velocity limit, it be impounded and that a summons be issued to the number one wood for a courtyard case. I have to seize this fomite, and make out you a imprimatur to appear in court of justice, investigator Smits. will you step out of the vehicle please ? I will radio for a tow-truck to choose your vehicle to attach. Do you call for to meet anyone for alternate tape drive, or shall I drive you to the nearest bus station ? Perhaps you would favor 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 little pro good manners ? '' She asked.

The blond patrolwoman answered sarcastically, `` Were you being professional by breaking the fastness demarcation, Ms. Smits ? Or are you chasing a defendant in your private 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 buttocks and stood beside her dearest Jaguar. She punched button 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 late and that the Warren Burger are on the barbeque. Can I mouth to Dad delight ? ``

She waited, holding the phone 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 international mile from you ? No, no, the car is fine, in fact your traffic patrolwoman, um ... '' she squinted at the gold badge above the khaki uniform pocket, `` Officer theatre, has just impounded it and is going to hold it towed. Yes, okay Dad, clutches on. ''

Willy handed the cellular phone to the blonde policewoman. '' Its Deputy-Chief John Smits. He would care a give-and-take with you. ``

Hanna Fields took the offered phone and wheel spoke. `` Hello this is Officer Fields, Deputy-Chief. Yes sir, but ... but I have followed the correct process in this guinea pig. I clocked the fomite at seventy-six nautical mile per minute. Yes sir, chieftain. I understand. Thank you sir. '' She flushed as she handed the Motorola back to Willy.

'' You are free to go policeman Smits. My apologia for detaining you. '' She turned, stalked to her patrol car with as a lot dignity as she could muster, climbed in, revved the motor and proceeded, with a squeal of rubber, to make an illegal U-turn over the multicoloured median and head back the way she had originally come.

Willy waived in mock friendliness at the disappearing police squad car, as she climbed back into the cockpit of her jag, and sped off to enjoy her family 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 phone call while her brothers teased her all afternoon. Chilly-Willy became Leadfoot and Speed-demon.

As the afternoon slowly descended into early eve, and the barbeque transformed into a game of syndicate touch football game, Willy turned to her Church Father. `` Dad, can you get me Hanna playing field'menage destination ? '' She handed him her cellphone. Her dad punched in his office number and spoke to the shop clerk on responsibility. He wrote the address on a sheet of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.

Dusk became evening as the respective family members began packing up and her parent 's driveway and front K no longer resembled a parking lot. Willy headed back towards the city, at the posted speed limit. She made a short-change diaphragm at an all hr liquor shop, and the flower store alongside it. The Jaguar coasted to a check outside a pocket-size nursing home in a middle-income sphere of the city. The garden was sparsely populated. A white Honda still displaying New House of York plates was parked in the driveway. Tall unmowed grass showed that the resident spent lilliputian metre `` smelling the bloom ''.

Willy stepped up and knocked on the nominal head door, holding the bunch of red blush wine in front of her. Hanna was no longer in her uniform when she answered the room access, Willy noted that Hanna 's centre were china blue angel. She was dressed in a duo of cutoff denim and cotton plant jersey with the red orchard apple tree logo for New York emblazoned on the front. Her bare toes coated with coral nail varnish peeked up at Willy, giving the illusion of vulnerability.

Willy offered the blonde the flowers. `` pacification oblation, '' 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 organisation. This is my outset week on the job here. I have been the arse of so many gag from everybody in the department since I got here. I thought you were just another part of my trigger, '' she said grinning. Your sarcastic lil moving ridge 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 unpack 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 receive an undoer and field glass in there, probably near the hindquarters. ''

Hanna rummaged through a half hollow cartonful, and extracted a dim-witted methamphetamine vase for the roses. She walked through a threshold 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 open the wine. Hanna returned, arranging the rosebush in the vase as she walked. She placed the blossom 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 offset 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 Brobdingnagian box utterer. It 's all I managed to salve from my divorce. '' She slipped onto the story in nominal head of the stereo and selected a CD from a mountain alongside the unit.

Soon strains of `` Smoke ringing in the iniquity '' filled the room. `` I love his slow sensual rhythm, '' she said.

They sipped their wine-colored and listened to the euphony, Hanna sitting cross legged in front of the stereo and Willy on the chair future to her. Their interpersonal ice began to thaw and they began to talk over their careers - the job, the city, criminal offense and their life. The stratum of vino slowly dropped until the finally drop was deposited into Hanna 's shabu. Hanna shrugged herself up onto her pes and weaved her way back into the kitchen. She returned with another three quarter filled nursing bottle of wine she 'd retrieved from the fridge.

The level of the second bottle dropped steadily until it too was empty. By this metre both young lady were Thomas More than a little tipsy and they had begun telling each former piddling secrets about their past times. Hanna had admitted to Willy that she had not had sex with anybody since she had begun disjoint proceedings from her ex-husband a New York attorney who had `` puzzle it all, 'ceptin this goddam stereoscopic photograph '', in the divorcement colonisation, six months ago. She had moved to 'Vegas to start again, she was twenty nine. So far she had n't found anyone interesting enough to consider a bed partner.

Willy admitted that she had n't had sex with anyone since she ended the family relationship with her ex-husband ten class ago. Her problem was, because of her slow heartbeat, she 'd never achieved an orgasm during intercourse with her married man or any man for that matter. The entirely way she could orgasm, was through lengthy seance of masturbation, which left her emotionally and physically drained. Some morning time after `` pleasuring herself '' she was so tender `` down there '' it hardly seemed Charles Frederick Worth the effort. Her moniker 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 human foot, 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 shape, '' Hanna said, looking very prescribed while sprawling barefoot on the flooring in front of her stereo. `` Gim me your tonality, '' 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 pocketbook for the keystone. `` You can not drive drunk, Willy. If you want, you can stay the dark. '' She pointed at the Chesterfield. `` You can expend the night on my couch, or you can sleep in the bedroom. It 's a big bed and I 'm sure we 're both too drunk to fool around. ``

Hanna led Willy to the bedroom. `` I 'll set the alarum for six. That gives you time to drive family, shower and put on plumb undies, brush your teeth and stuff. '' She pushed Willy onto the bed, hastily pulling off her own tee shirt and jean. She climbed onto the bed wearing only her pantie, succeeding to Willy, who was struggling out of her clothes, and flicked off the light.

Sometime during the night their trunk connected. Dawn started to spray tender desert fair weather into the darken sleeping accommodation, while the two women slumbered in each early 's arms. Willy 's top dog nestled on Hanna 's shoulder, and Hanna had her branch wrapped around Willy, each hand resting on the taller little girl 's titty. Willy 's teat had minds of their own and were throbbingly erect, thrusting into her palms. Unconsciously, Hanna bent downwards and kissed Willy 's neck.

Instantly both girls were awake !

Their eyes flew subject as they hastily disengaged from each other. Hanna rolled off the bed. `` I 'll get coffee. You 'll birth time to get rest home and get set up for work, '' she said, peering at Willy still sprawled on the bed. She could n't blob out the lulu of Willy 's oculus as the taller missy looked up at her, almost flaunting her taunt iniquity, hard nipples. She could still finger them pushing into her laurel wreath, 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 coffee mugs and filters.

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

She approached Hanna from the rear, her heart throbbing. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, `` Here goes aught. '' She snaked both her blazon under Hanna 's arms and then upward, her warm mitt reaching up and encompassing Hanna 's large strong 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 concern of rejection and reverence of the strange. She 'd never ever even considered having sex with another woman. `` What if Hanna starts screaming ? Rejects my betterment ? laughter at me ? There are endless possibilities of thing that 'll go wrong ! '' All these thoughts flashed through Willy 's head as she committed herself and body to this beautiful woman.

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

When Willy 's hands enveloped her breasts, and she molded herself to her spine, Hanna 's nipples responded instantly to the touch, warming and hardening, their areola catching as the nipples enlarged themselves and became rock hard, pressing themselves back into Willy 's laurel wreath. Willy 's back talk touched the lenient sleek scruff of Hanna 's neck through her tussle blonde hair. Soft sass kissed her, then Willy 's tongue began lapping where she had just been kissed. It sent tiny tingles of pure ecstasy down Hanna 's spine. Automatically, high temperature and moisture began seeping between her legs.

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

'' Neither have I, '' Hanna panted, her helping hand covered Willy 's, guiding her finger and palms as she pressed her chest into those fond loving custody. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy 's crotch, feeling the warmness radiating there. Wanting more, she released one of Willy 's workforce and slid her paw into her panties. She slipped her index finger over her clit, feeling it swell until she was sure it was at least three times its rule size ! `` It must be at least an in long, '' she thought.

Willy 's manus followed hers down, pushing and questing through the blonde pubic curls until her fingers slid over Hanna 's overindulge clit. Willy 's fingers touched and circled her clit. This gentle spot overwhelmed Hanna. Her knees 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 beginning climax rocked her. She had always been quick to reach orgasm, but these last twenty dollar bill second base were a new world record. It did n't end with the first base wave, Willy 's finger's breadth entered her, and, achingly slow, two fingers penised their way into her ardent wetness. The ebullition of her juice surprised her, her dead body responded to the invading fingers like nothing that she 'd ever experienced before.

Unable to observe herself rear, Hanna slid to the kitchen floor. Holding her thighs almost unnaturally wide, she lewdly pumped her pussy upwardly onto Willy 's set fingers her hint had become grunt of pure pleasure. Her back arched off the story, and her eye screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy 's wet fond mouth and tongue on her slit ! The feel of her face, her easygoing cheeks, pressed in between her second joint was amazing. As her fingers flew into Willy 's hair, her unanimous body gave one mighty shudder and began delivering the most mind-blowing orgasm she 'd ever experienced.

Willy was intention on giving Hanna whatever she wanted. She 'd followed her to the floor. The experience of her own frustration during her masturbation session gave her penetration. She used every john her own organic structure had taught her to pay Hanna an orgasm. Hanna 's consistence began to spasm rhythmically, her pussy enveloped her probing fingers. Liquid, spongy sounds gushed - sweet smelling lubricant emerged that pooled in Hanna 's blonde curls, and began running in rivulets down her thigh, Willy 's sensuality was now officially in overdrive. She lowered her face to meet the thrusts of Hanna 's pelvic girdle, her tongue tentatively tasting at the escaping juice, until unable to control herself, she pressed her mouth as hard as she could against Hanna 's swollen-headed sass alongside her flexing finger and began to imbibe at the tricksy warm liquid state 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's breadth liberal of Hanna 's pussy with an audible 'plop'sound. But she was unable to move her head away. Hanna 's finger's breadth had dug into Willy 's pilus, keeping her face captive between her heaving thighs.

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

calendar week and weeks later, at the station, Willy was sitting in a stool stand, as she listened to the two char who were chatting while putting on their composition in front of the mirror of the madam change room.

'' So, what do you guess of the new young lady ? '' one asked the other.

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

'' So what 's the succus then ? secern me all, '' the first woman demanded.

'' She 's divorced ; no child ; been in three New York precinct houses since she left the police academy. She also has two commendations - one for braveness, one for virtue. Her late chieftain in New House of York recommended her for sergeant-at-law, 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 constituent is n't in her jacket. ``

'' So what is in the crownwork ? ``

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

'' Is that all ? ``

'' Pretty much. ``

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

'' What ? ``

'' I hear she 's reasonably slopped with the boss 's daughter. ``

'' Who, Chilly-Willy ? ``

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

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

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

'' Oh ? Why is her fancy English car in front of subject'place every Night for the last two months then, huh ? ``

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

'' semen on, let 's get out there, and save the creation. ``

Willy heard the two gossip 's footfall moving away and the door of the womanhood 's restroom opening.

Willy stood, flushed the bowl, smoothed down her bird and opened the carrel doorway. After washing her script, she exited the washroom, and followed the two female uniform police officer towards the obligation desk.

She approached the desk sergeant, flashing her badge. `` Hi, Bill, '' she said. `` I 'm looking for Hanna force field. She finished her transmutation about half an hour ago, '' she stated.

Not bothering to look up, the balding overweight sergeant grunted something and jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the team elbow room door behind him, and continued to hit the books the papers in nominal head of him.

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

Hanna looked up and flashed a spacious smile, her luminous blue devil eyes lighting up. `` Hi, Willy. I 'm just about done. Gim me five moment, OK ? I just need to land up this, '' she said, pointing to the write up she was working on, `` and I 'm finished for the day. '' She grinned.

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

'' All right then, '' Hanna said, `` Let 's give 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 duty handgun, rose, and headed for the door, followed by Willy.

The white heat of the desert almost overwhelmed them as they stepped down from the stairs of the constabulary place, into the sunlight. Almost simultaneously both woman reached instinctively for their sunglasses. Hanna 's were the mirrored Ray-bans `` flier '' that hid her blanket expressive spicy center. Willy 's were the less concealing Gucci wrap-around, that shaded her best feature, her luminous jet eye, and framed her classic cheekbones.

The two girls walked side by slope along the paving material, their men `` almost '' touching. They made a contrasting pair. Hanna at five-eleven, the taller of the two by two inches, had a body that turned head wherever she went. Her normally below the shoulder joint length natural blonde hair was pulled back, severely in a `` pony-tail ''. She 'd slipped into a white midriff tank-top, which displayed her mat stomach and cute belly button and showed her souse 36C bosom to their better reward. The faded Levi denims she 'd put on looked as though they were bought a size of it too small and had shrunk in the wash.

In dividing line, Willy 's brusque, unruly dark hair was brushed carelessly back off her forehead. Simple little gold hoops pierced the lobes of her ears. A decorator label crème blouse accentuated her articulatio humeri without the aid of shoulder-pads ; three of its button were open air at her cervix, displaying the outline of a pair of 32B cup breasts, without flaunting any inadequacy. Her narrow waist was cinched with a wide horse opera leather belt ammunition and Navaho belt buckle. A grey-green annulus ended just above her knee, giving people who bothered to look a glimpse of well-developed thighs, calfskin and fragile mortise joint. Both cleaning lady wore comfortable, though unfashionable, running shoes.

As they reached Willy 's '63 racing-green E-type Felis onca, Willy unlocked the passenger room access 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 theatre.

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. `` check there, '' she pointed to a vacant parking smear in front man of a fountainhead known sex shop. `` Lets get one there, '' she demanded mischievously.

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

They walked into the gravid sex shop, hand in paw. A Goth-like shop assistant complete with pale make-up, darkened eyes, drab dark-gray apparel, blackened hair, spiked bracelets and collar, disengaged herself from a co-worker and the cartridge they were avidly reading. `` Can I help you ladies ? '' she asked.

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

The clerk nodded knowingly, `` Any finical role model or sizing ? '' she asked.

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

'' They 're all there, '' the clerk answered and pointed absently to a paries, whose ledge were ladle with dozen of varieties of dongs and strap-ons.

Hanna giggled, `` holy place shit, there 's one C ! ``

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

Hanna and Willy walked along the isle, picking up several 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 manakin she had taken off the shelf, and brazenly asked the bored clerk, `` What 's this one like ? ``

'' Ah, '' said the Goth young lady salesclerk, sagely. `` Good option. It comes thoroughgoing with a harness and bombardment. It has a vibrating, molded headland, sculpted shaft and has some really groovy add-on. ``

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

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

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

Once inside, they fell into each early 's arms on the couch, in the sitting room. Hanna 's arms 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 brim sucking Hanna 's tongue. Furiously they tugged each other 's clothing off until they both sat amid raft of discarded clothing.

Willy 's mouth sucked lightly on Hanna 's neck, her wet ardent glossa caressing the diffuse tegument, her hands caressed Hanna 's waiting breasts. Teasing her nipple with her ribbon, she took the now cloggy nipple between ovolo and index finger and pulled and pinched the nubbins until they glowed like ripe strawberries, their areolae shrinkage as they crinkled.

Hanna had begun to pant. Instinctively her thigh had spread themselves as wide apart as possible and her back arched, inviting her fan to lead her. Slowly, teasingly slow, Willy moved her head down across Hanna 's articulatio humeri, then she dragged her natural language down the valley between Hanna 's tit, across her paunch. She stopped briefly to explore and probe Hanna 's belly clit with her natural language before heading down lower through the Hanna 's track curly pubic hairsbreadth until she found the treasure she so desperately sought.

Willy 's mouthpiece enveloped Hanna 's plump pussy. She sucked hard, drawing the wet warmth of Hanna 's backtalk into her mouth, her spit pressed into Hanna like a tiny penis, its tip delving into the slit. She pressed her nose hard against Hanna 's button, and began to shake her head from English to side, pressing and squishing Hanna 's engorged clit against her pelvic girdle, at the same time making sucking racket as she slurped the lubricator Hanna 's pussy had begun to produce, just for her.

Hanna gasped, arching her cover further, thighs twitching faster and faster as Willy 's scent land and squished her now super-sensitive clit. An electric tickle began to extend from the base of her back, tiny explosion of vestal pleasure flowed upward from her thigh. She screwed her optic tightly shut in concentration, her breathing becoming ragged grunts.

Willy continued to crap slurpy noises as she sucked at the juice that flowed freely from Hanna 's cunt. With her head buried in Hanna 's lap, Willy could feel the strong muscularity in Hanna 's thighs declaration with the building of an sexual climax. Hanna 's knee finally locked, her thigh pressing hard against Willy 's auricle, her fingers digging into her short hair, pressing her face deeper into her lap, the electrical Wave 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 final long drawn out `` Yessssssssssssssss, '' as the coming rocked her trench inside her belly and exploded with an ecstatic shuddering that took her breath away.

As her breathing 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 forefront and licking her fingerbreadth like a cat circle at a bowl of cream. `` Relax. We 've got all even to bet. We 'll use the strap-on after dinner. ``

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

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