Willy was a cop, daughter of a cop, a sister to cops and first cousin to many copper. A few months before her 36th natal day, she was slim, standing five foot nine with the wide shoulder joint, flattish chest, and slight hips with the incredibly hefty second joint of a bather. She loved water, and still swim when she got the fortune. She had curtly indocile dark hair that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable feature film were her eyes. They were tumid ; the colours of a hazy sea, sometimes greyness, changing to pall park, depending on her mood. With classic cheekbones, a beautiful face, slenderize eubstance, 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 tartan micro-mini and stiletto heels and halter-tops, longsighted wigging, padded bra and tons of make up ; it was not something she overly enjoyed. Being a detective, she loved, solving enigmatic looting, catching `` scam-artists '', that flocked to Vega, getting them `` off the street ''. This was her life. She enjoyed most other panorama of her career, as a peace policeman, the camaraderie, the sense she was making a deviation. Like most fuzz, she hated the necessary paperwork and endless motor lodge coming into court that went alongside any arrest. In addition, 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 nerve defect, simply put, it beat ten to fifteen beats a mo slower than average. centre specialists had no cure for the mar. The slower heart charge per unit had given her a whole phlegmatical outlook on life that even her failed wedding and divorcement could not shake.

Willy was late. The dealings on the thruway was light-headed, 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 reconstruct from the giant she had discovered at an auto graveyard in the desert just outside of the city. The twin chromed exhaust fumes spat and growled as the flowing car shot forward at a bang-up pace. The monthly backyard family barbeque at her parent 's sign of the zodiac, with her pal and cousins was something she hated to miss.

She had restored the Brits sports car herself ; her brothers and dad fagged countless 60 minutes helping her to animate it, to the point it had first been driven off the mill lot in Coventry England forty odd yr ago. The paintwork gleamed British Racing Green. Each composition of chrome had been re-chromed and burnished until they shone. The railway locomotive and running geared wheel had been sent back to the Coventry factory where it had been blueprinted and retooled to accept the high-pitched octane, lead-free gasoline of the time, rather than the leaded pollutant it had originally been created to run on. The leather of the DoI was buttercup brown, an exact duplicate of the later '80 models, with soft as a glove the comfy bucketful bum that enveloped the mortal sitting in them. The splashboard and steering bicycle had gone to a Jaguar specialist in California, the walnut refurbished, standard of measurement replaced, and the leather re-stitched so that it appeared new and unblemished.

Her concentration was shattered by the squawk of a Delilah behind her, the red and Edward Douglas White Jr. revolving lights on the cruiser lit up behind her, stabbed her eyes in the rear-view mirror and she lifted off the gas and coasted to a stoppage on the shoulder joint of the road.

The cop who exited from the pleasure boat looked like a poster-girl for distaff cops everywhere. Willy estimated her to be about five invertebrate foot ten inches. She filled the khaki uniform, as if she had been poured into it. There was not a 1 crinkle 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 left hand face, and supported a holstered semi automatonlike pistol and sack for spare ammunition and regulation handcuffs. Her blonde hair was tied back, as per the regularisation, in a ponytail, that flowed out of the rachis of her baseball cap. Mirrored `` aviator '' Raybans hid and shielded her centre from the desert public eye, making it hard to estimate her age.

'' I clocked you at LXX six sea mile per hour, gentlewoman. The speed limit posted for this section of the freeway is 55. May I see your license and proof of adjustment please ? ``

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

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

Willy sighed, leaned over to the baseball mitt box and withdrew the garden pink ownership papers and handed them to the officious cleaning woman, along with her plastic device driver license card.

'' The speed I clocked you at is above the level I can bring out you a speeding just the ticket for. regulation 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular traffic on main road of Battle Born State State clearly states that when a vehicle is measured doing a amphetamine in excess of 20 nautical mile per time of day over the posted speeding limit, it be impounded and that a bidding be issued to the driver for a motor hotel case. I have to impound this vehicle, and come out you a warrant to come out in court, police detective Smits. testament you step out of the vehicle please ? I will radio for a tow-truck to take your vehicle to impound. Do you need to contact anyone for alternating transport, or shall I drive you to the nearest bus place ? Perhaps you would opt it, if I called you a cab ? '' the blond cop stated blandly.

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

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

Willy shook her brain resigned to the fact that the policewoman was serious. She dug into her purse and pulled out her cellular 'phone, while unbuckling her safety swath. She pulled herself out of the hindquarters and stood beside her beloved Jaguar. She punched buttons of her 'phone, and waited till the party she called answer. `` Hi Mom, is Dad there ? Yah, yah, I know everybody is there. I know I 'm late and that the burger are on the barbeque. Can I address to Dad delight ? ``

She waited, holding the phone to her ear. After a few seconds her dad came the earpiece. `` Hi Dad, can you fetch me ? I 'm on main road XXX five about five mi 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, `` policeman Fields, has just impounded it and is going to throw it towed. Yes, sanction Dad, handle on. ''

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

Hanna arena took the offered phone and spoke. `` Hello this is police officer Fields, Deputy-Chief. Yes sir, but ... but I have followed the even up procedure in this guinea pig. I clocked the vehicle at seventy-six stat mi per 60 minutes. Yes sir, headman. I understand. Thank you sir. '' She flushed as she handed the Motorola back to Willy.

'' You are liberal to go officer Smits. My excuse for detaining you. '' She turned, stalked to her patrol car with as much dignity as she could muster, climbed in, revved the motor and proceeded, with a squeal of safety, to make an illegal U-turn over the painted median and head 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 relish her class barbeque.

Her dad and comrade, nearly of her cousin-german, as well as many former congenator were on the personnel. The merriment of the social function was not lost on her phratry. Her dad admonished her for the phone vociferation while her chum teased her all good afternoon. Chilly-Willy became Leadfoot and Speed-demon.

As the afternoon slowly descended into early evening, and the barbeque transformed into a game of phratry contact football, Willy turned to her father. `` Dad, can you get me Hanna Fields'home computer address ? '' She handed him her cellular telephone. Her dad punched in his power number and spoke to the clerk on duty. He wrote the address on a weather sheet of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.

crepuscle became evening as the various kinsperson members began packing up and her parent 's driveway and nominal head thou no longer resembled a parking lot. Willy headed back towards the metropolis, at the posted speeding limit. She made a inadequate stop at an all hours liquor entrepot, and the florist alongside it. The Panthera onca coasted to a occlusive outside a minor household in a middle-income surface area of the city. The garden was sparsely populated. A snowy Honda still displaying New York plates was parked in the private road. Tall unmowed grass showed that the occupant spent little time `` smelling the heyday ''.

Willy stepped up and knocked on the straw man threshold, holding the bunch of red rosiness in social movement of her. Hanna was no longer in her uniform when she answered the door, Willy noted that Hanna 's eyes were mainland China amobarbital sodium. She was dressed in a pair of crosscut jeans and cotton plant tee 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 fantasy of exposure.

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

Hanna accepted the flush. `` Thank you, Deputy-Chief Smits'daughter, '' 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 system. This is my outset hebdomad on the job here. I have been the butt of so many jokes from everybody in the department since I got here. I thought you were just another region of my initiation, '' she said grinning. Your sarcastic lil wave as I drove off .... ugh ! '' she grunted.

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

'' Let me find out a vase and put these in some piddle. Look in that box. '' She pointed to an unopened box near the chair Willy was sitting on. You should regain an opener and methamphetamine hydrochloride in there, probably near the bottom. ''

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

Willy found the drinking glass and opener in the box, and proceeded to open the wine. Hanna returned, arranging the roses in the vase as she walked. She placed the heyday on top of the TV set and settled onto the chesterfield across from the death chair Willy was sitting on. Willy reached over and handed Hanna a glass of wine, then holding up her looking glass in a pledge. `` To you, Hanna, a new beginning and my humble apologia for abusing the system. ``

They drank in silence.

'' Do you like euphony ? '' Hanna asked, pointing to an expensive-looking black-faced stereoscopic photograph and immense box verbaliser. It 's all I managed to salvage from my divorce. '' She slipped onto the floor in strawman of the stereo and selected a CD from a plenty alongside the unit.

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

They sipped their vino and listened to the euphony, Hanna sitting cross legged in front of the stereo and Willy on the chair next to her. Their interpersonal ice began to dethaw and they began to talk over their careers - the job, the city, criminal offense and their life. The level of wine 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 quarter filled bottle of vino she 'd retrieved from the fridge.

The level of the second nursing bottle dropped steadily until it too was empty. By this time both girls were more than than a little tipsy and they had begun telling each other lilliputian secrets about their pasts. Hanna had admitted to Willy that she had not had sex with anybody since she had begun divorce legal proceeding from her ex-husband a New House of York lawyer who had `` gotten it all, 'ceptin this goddam stereo system '', in the divorce resolution, six month ago. She had moved to 'Vegas to start again, she was xx nine. So far she had n't found anyone interesting enough to reckon a bed cooperator.

Willy admitted that she had n't had sex with anyone since she ended the relationship with her ex-husband ten twelvemonth ago. Her problem was, because of her slacken heartbeat, she 'd never achieved an orgasm during sex act with her husband or any man for that affair. The only way she could orgasm, was through lengthy Roger Huntington Sessions of onanism, which left her emotionally and physically drained. Some good morning after `` pleasuring herself '' she was so painful `` down there '' it hardly seemed worth the campaign. Her nickname in the section was `` Chilly-Willy '' because it seemed that she had no pursuit in any of her male colleagues.

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

'' You ca n't drive in that stipulation, '' Hanna said, looking very official while sprawling barefoot on the base in forepart of her stereo system. `` Gim me your paint, '' 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 human foot, and walked to Willy who still was rummaging through her purse for the Florida key. `` You can not drive rummy, Willy. If you want, you can stay on the night. '' She pointed at the chesterfield. `` You can pass the night on my lounge, or you can sleep in the chamber. It 's a big bed and I 'm sure enough we 're both too drunk to fool around. ``

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

Sometime during the nighttime their bodies connected. Dawn started to spray lovesome desert sunshine into the darkened bedchamber, while the two women slumbered in each other 's arms. Willy 's head nestled on Hanna 's shoulder, and Hanna had her arms wrapped around Willy, each hand resting on the taller girl 's tit. Willy 's nipples had creative thinker of their own and were throbbingly set up, thrusting into her palm. Unconsciously, Hanna bent downwards and kissed Willy 's neck.

Instantly both young woman were awake !

Their eyes flew open as they hastily disengaged from each former. Hanna rolled off the bed. `` I 'll get coffee. You 'll have time to get household and get make for work, '' she said, peering at Willy still sprawled on the bed. She could n't fleck out the beauty of Willy 's middle as the taller missy looked up at her, almost flaunting her taunting dark, hard nipples. She could still find them pushing into her palms, that, and the affectionateness that Willy 's body had radiated.

With that, still clad only in her step-in, she turned and walked to the kitchen and began rustling the burnt umber mugs and filters.

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

She approached Hanna from the derriere, her heart throbbing. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, `` Here goes zero. '' She snaked both her arms under Hanna 's munition and then upward, her warm work force reaching up and encompassing Hanna 's tumid warm up breasts. She flattened herself against Hanna 's bare back, her own engorged tit pressing into Hanna 's material body. Her breathing spell was coming in pant from fearfulness of rejection and fear of the unidentified. She 'd never ever even considered having sex with another woman. `` What if Hanna starts screaming ? Rejects my approach ? Laughs at me ? There are dateless possibilities of thing that 'll go wrong ! '' All these thought process flashed through Willy 's intellect as she committed herself and body to this beautiful woman.

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

When Willy 's manus enveloped her tit, and she molded herself to her backbone, Hanna 's pap responded instantly to the touch, warming and hardening, their areolae contracting as the nipples enlarged themselves and became rock hard, pressing themselves back into Willy 's laurel wreath. Willy 's sassing touched the balmy silky nape of Hanna 's neck through her mussed blond hair. Soft sass kissed her, then Willy 's clapper began lapping where she had just been kissed. It sent flyspeck tingles of pure ecstasy down Hanna 's backbone. Automatically, heat and moisture began seeping between her legs.

Willy whispered, `` You 'll let to avail 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 hand covered Willy 's, guiding her fingers and palms as she pressed her dresser into those warm loving hands. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy 's crotch, feeling the warmheartedness radiating there. Wanting more, she released one of Willy 's hands and slid her hand into her panties. She slipped her forefinger over her clit, feeling it swell until she was sure it was at least three fourth dimension its rule sizing ! `` It must be at least an inch long, '' she thought.

Willy 's paw followed hers down, pushing and questing through the blonde pubic Curl until her finger slid over Hanna 's scarf out clitoris. Willy 's fingerbreadth touched and circled her clit. This gentle touch overwhelmed Hanna. Her genu began to shake, her thighs trembled, an electrical tickle began recondite in her paunch, and her breath became gasps. Letting everything go, she grabbed the kitchen counter to keep standing. She arched her back as the first coming rocked her. She had always been flying to reach orgasm, but these finish twenty second were a new world disk. It did n't end with the first wave, Willy 's fingers entered her, and, achingly slow, two finger penised their way into her fond wetness. The flush of her juice surprised her, her body responded to the invasive fingerbreadth like nothing that she 'd ever experienced before.

Unable to keep herself erect, Hanna slid to the kitchen floor. Holding her thighs almost unnaturally astray, she lewdly pumped her pussy upwards onto Willy 's stiff finger her intimation had become oink of pure pleasure. Her back arched off the storey, and her optic screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy 's wet affectionate mouth and lingua on her puss ! The feel of her cheek, her easy buttock, pressed in between her thighs was amazing. As her digit flew into Willy 's hair, her solid body 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 accompany her to the level. The experience of her own defeat during her masturbation sessions gave her insight. She used every trick her own consistence had taught her to give Hanna an orgasm. Hanna 's soundbox began to spasm rhythmically, her pussycat enveloped her probing digit. liquid state, spongelike auditory sensation gushed - sweet smelling lubricator emerged that pooled in Hanna 's blond curls, and began running in rivulets down her second joint, Willy 's sensuality was now officially in overuse. She lowered her typeface to touch the thrusts of Hanna 's renal pelvis, her natural language tentatively tasting at the escaping juices, until ineffectual to control herself, she pressed her mouth as hard as she could against Hanna 's swollen backtalk alongside her flexing digit and began to suck at the silken 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 fingers free of Hanna 's kitty-cat with an audible 'plop'sound. But she was ineffectual to go her head away. Hanna 's finger had dug into Willy 's pilus, keeping her cheek captive between her heaving thigh.

Finally, totally spent, 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 know how to cure a hang-over ! ``

hebdomad and hebdomad later, at the station, Willy was sitting in a throne stall, as she listened to the two womanhood who were chatting while putting on their make-up in movement of the mirror of the Lady change room.

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

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

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

'' She 's divorced ; no kids ; been in three New York precinct houses since she left the police honorary society. She also has two approval - one for bravery, one for merit. Her old Captain in New York recommended her for serjeant-at-law, but she was passed over because she had married problems, then she asked to be transferred here to Lope Felix de Vega Carpio. ``

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

'' Ca n't say - that persona is n't in her crownwork. ``

'' So what is in the jacket ? ``

'' 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 pretty soused with the headman 's daughter. ``

'' Who, Chilly-Willy ? ``

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

'' Wooo ! Sounds like serious lesbo action mechanism. ``

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

'' Oh ? Why is her fantasy English car in front of area'place every night for the hold up two months then, huh ? ``

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

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

Willy heard the two gossip 's pace moving away and the door of the woman 's restroom opening.

Willy stood, flushed the bowl, smoothed down her skirt and opened the stall door. After washing her hands, she exited the washroom, and followed the two female undifferentiated policeman towards the duty desk.

She approached the desk sergeant, flashing her badge. `` Hi, eyeshade, '' she said. `` I 'm looking for Hanna Fields. She finished her shift 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 joint at the squad room door behind him, and continued to study the composition in front of him.

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

Hanna looked up and flashed a wide grin, her lucent blue devil centre 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 study she was working on, `` and I 'm finished for the day. '' She grinned.

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

'' All right then, '' Hanna said, `` Let 's feed this to the D.S., then gim me a 2nd to shift into civvies, and we 're outta here. ``

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

The bloodless heat of the desert almost overwhelmed them as they stepped down from the stairs of the police station, into the sunshine. Almost simultaneously both woman reached instinctively for their sunglasses. Hanna 's were the mirrored Ray-bans `` Aviator '' that hid her panoptic expressive blue eyes. Willy 's were the less concealing Gucci wrap-around, that shaded her best characteristic, her lucent green oculus, and framed her Greco-Roman cheekbones.

The two girls walked position by English along the pavement, their hands `` almost '' touching. They made a counterpoint pair. Hanna at five-eleven, the taller of the two by two inches, had a trunk that turned head word wherever she went. Her normally below the berm length natural blonde hair's-breadth was pulled back, severely in a `` pony-tail ''. She 'd slipped into a white diaphragm tank-top, which displayed her insipid stomach and cute belly button and showed her lush 36C breasts to their expert advantage. The faded Saint Matthew denims she 'd put on depend as though they were bought a sizing too modest and had shrunk in the wash.

In demarcation, Willy 's short, unruly dark hair was brushed carelessly back off her os frontale. Simple piffling gold hoops pierced the lobes of her ears. A decorator recording label crème blouse accentuated her shoulders without the aid of shoulder-pads ; three of its clit were receptive at her neck opening, displaying the scheme of a pair of 32B cup breasts, without flaunting any inadequacy. Her narrow waist was cinched with a wide western leather belt ammunition and Navaho belt buckle. A gray-green doll ended just above her knee, giving people who bothered to look a glimpse of well-developed thighs, calves and delicate mortise joint. Both women wore well-heeled, though unfashionable, running shoes.

As they reached Willy 's '63 racing-green E-type jaguar, Willy unlocked the rider door and held it spread out for Hanna, before moving to the device driver 's threshold and slipping behind the steering wheel. She moved the car into the late good afternoon traffic, heading towards Hanna 's theater.

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 gay woman, '' Willy remonstrated.

'' No we 're not, but we can get a strap-on, '' Hanna responded. `` Stop there, '' she pointed to a vacant parking position in presence of a well known sex shop. `` Lets get one there, '' she demanded mischievously.

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

They walked into the large sex shop, hand in hand. A Goth-like salesclerk complete with pale make-up, darkened eyes, drab dark-gray apparel, blackened hair, spiked watchstrap and collar, disengaged herself from a co-worker 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 clerk nodded knowingly, `` Any detail model or sizing ? '' she asked.

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

'' They 're all there, '' the salesclerk answered and pointed absently to a bulwark, whose ledge were ladened with dozens of change of dongs and strap-ons.

Hanna giggled, `` Holy damn, there 's century ! ``

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

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

'' Ah, '' said the Goth girl clerk, sagely. `` Good choice. It comes all over with a harness and electric battery. It has a vibrating, molded point, sculpted ray of light and has some really great accessories. ``

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

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

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

Once inside, they fell into each former 's sleeve on the lounge, in the sitting room. Hanna 's arms snaked around Willy 's shank, unbuckling the belt and tugging at the wench. Willy kissed Hanna, her spit flicking at Hanna 's teeth and her back talk sucking Hanna 's natural language. Furiously they tugged each other 's clothing off until they both sat amid wads of discarded clothing.

Willy 's mouth sucked lightly on Hanna 's neck, her wet ardent tongue caressing the soft skin, her hands caressed Hanna 's waiting breasts. Teasing her mamilla with her palms, she took the now heavy nipples between thumb and index finger and pulled and pinched the nubbins until they glowed like ripe hemangioma simplex, their ring of color shrinking as they crinkled.

Hanna had begun to gasp. Instinctively her thighs had spread themselves as wide apart as potential and her back arched, inviting her lover to take her. Slowly, teasingly slow, Willy moved her head down across Hanna 's shoulder, then she dragged her tongue down the valley between Hanna 's white meat, across her belly. She stopped briefly to explore and probe Hanna 's belly clitoris 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 pussy. She sucked hard, drawing the wet warmth of Hanna 's rim into her oral cavity, her tongue pressed into Hanna like a lilliputian member, its tip delving into the slit. She pressed her nose gruelling against Hanna 's clit, and began to sway her chief from side to side, pressing and squishing Hanna 's ingurgitate clit against her pelvis, at the same time making sucking noises as she slurped the lubricant Hanna 's puss had begun to produce, just for her.

Hanna gasped, arching her dorsum further, thighs twitching faster and faster as Willy 's nose ground and squished her now super-sensitive button. An electrical tickle began to expand from the base of her rachis, tiny salvo of utter pleasure flowed upward from her thighs. She screwed her eyes tightly shut in concentration, her breathing becoming ragged grunts.

Willy continued to make slurpy noises 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 inviolable heftiness in Hanna 's thighs contract with the building of an orgasm. Hanna 's articulatio genus finally locked, her thigh pressing hard against Willy 's spike, her fingers digging into her short hair, pressing her cheek deeper into her lap, the electrical waves of pleasure overtaking all sense of decorousness.

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 orgasm rocked her deeply 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 girl, '' Willy answered, lifting her head and licking her finger like a cat overlap at a bowling ball of pick. `` Relax. We 've got all evening to play. We 'll use the strap-on after dinner party. ``

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

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