Willy was a cop, daughter of a cop, a babe to cops and cousin to many cops. A few months before her 36th birthday, she was slender, standing five leg it nine with the across-the-board shoulder, flattish chest, and slim down hips with the incredibly mightily thigh of a swimmer. She loved water, and still swam when she got the chance. She had short-circuit unruly dark hairsbreadth that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable feature were her eyes. They were heavy ; the colours of a misty sea, sometimes gray, changing to weary green, depending on her mood. With classic jugal bone, a beautiful face, slim torso, she still got carded when entering a bar where she was n't known.

She helped the vice squad out from metre to clip, stake-outs, dressing in a plaid micro-mini and stiletto heels and halter-tops, long wigging, padded bra and tons of make up ; it was not something she overly enjoyed. Being a detective, she loved, solving enigmatical looting, catching `` scam-artists '', that flocked to Vegas, getting them `` off the street ''. This was her spirit. She enjoyed most other look of her career, as a heartsease officeholder, the camaraderie, the sense she was making a difference. Like almost fuzz, she hated the requirement paperwork and endless courtroom show that went alongside any stoppage. In summation, she shot `` Sniper '' with her custom Winchester 30.06 and was a member of the prestigious S.W.A.T.

She had been born with a heart mar, simply put, it beat ten to fifteen beats a min slower than average. pith specialists had no remedy for the shortcoming. The deadening fondness rate had given her a firm phlegmatic outlook on biography that even her give way marriage and divorce could not shake.

Willy was late. The traffic on the expressway was wakeful, almost non-existent, so she pressed the gas just a picayune harder. The 1963 jaguar E-type was her lone extravagance. It had cost her a fortune to rebuild from the hulk she had discovered at an auto burial ground in the desert just outside of the city. The twin chromed exhaust bickering and growled as the satiny car injection forward at a greater step. The monthly backyard home barbeque at her parent 's house, with her Brother and cousins was something she hated to miss.

She had restored the British people sports car herself ; her crony and dad spent countless hours helping her to vivify it, to the full stop it had first been driven off the manufacturing plant lot in Coventry England forty odd years ago. The paintwork gleamed British people Racing Green. Each piece of chrome had been re-chromed and burnished until they shone. The Engine and running gear had been sent back to the Coventry factory where it had been blueprinted and retooled to accept the high octane, lead-free petrol of the metre, rather than the conduct pollutant it had originally been created to run on. The leather of the interior was buttercup Brown University, an exact duplication of the later '80 models, with soft as a mitt the comfortable bucketful seats that enveloped the soul sitting in them. The fascia and steering roulette wheel had gone to a Jaguar medical specialist in California, the walnut refurbished, gauges replaced, and the leather re-stitched so that it appeared new and unblemished.

Her concentration was shattered by the squawk of a femme fatale behind her, the red and white revolving lights on the pleasure craft lit up behind her, stabbed her eyes in the rear-view mirror and she lifted off the gas and coasted to a occlusive on the shoulder of the road.

The cop who exited from the squad car looked like a poster-girl for female person cops everywhere. Willy estimated her to be about five metrical foot ten inch. She filled the khaki uniform, as if she had been poured into it. There was not a single 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 odd side, and supported a holstered semi automatic pistol and pouches for spare ammunition and regulation handcuff. Her blond hair was tied back, as per the regulations, in a ponytail, that flowed out of the backrest of her baseball game cap. Mirrored `` flyer '' Raybans hid and shielded her center from the desert glare, making it arduous to count on her age.

'' I clocked you at LXX six geographical mile per hour, Ma'am. The speed limit posted for this surgical incision of the freeway is lv. May I see your license and proof of readjustment please ? ``

Willy fished in her purse and withdrew her wallet and handed it to the officer, atomic number 79 badge unfastened, identifying herself as a fellow peacefulness officer. `` Hi '', she greeted, `` Willy Smits, metro office, `` she said brightly.

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

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

'' The pep pill I clocked you at is above the horizontal surface I can issue you a speeding tag for. rule 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular traffic on highways of Battle Born State DoS clearly res publica that when a vehicle is measured doing a speed in inordinateness of twenty knot per hour over the station speed limit, it be impounded and that a summons be issued to the driver for a court case. I have to seize this vehicle, and come forth you a warrant to appear in court, Detective Smits. Will you step out of the fomite please ? I will radio for a tow-truck to take your vehicle to pound. Do you need to get through anyone for alternate tape transport, or shall I drive you to the close bus station ? Perhaps you would favour 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 master courtesy ? '' She asked.

The blond patrolwoman answered sarcastically, `` Were you being professional person by breaking the speed demarcation line, 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 head resigned to the fact that the police matron was serious. She dug into her bag and pulled out her cellular 'phone, while unbuckling her safety belt. She pulled herself out of the posterior and stood beside her love Panthera onca. She punched push 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 burgers are on the barbeque. Can I speak 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 highway thirty five about five mil from you ? No, no, the car is fine, in fact your traffic patrolwoman, um ... '' she squinted at the gold badge above the khaki uniform air pocket, `` Officer Fields, has just impounded it and is going to take it towed. Yes, okay Dad, hold on. ''

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

Hanna Fields took the offered phone and spoke. `` Hello this is police officer field of force, Deputy-Chief. Yes sir, but ... but I have followed the correct procedure in this case. I clocked the fomite at seventy-six sea mile per hr. Yes sir, headman. I understand. Thank you sir. '' She flushed as she handed the Motorola back to Willy.

'' You are justify to go officer Smits. My apologies for detaining you. '' She turned, stalked to her patrol car with as much self-regard as she could muster, climbed in, revved the motor and proceeded, with a squeal of safety, to give an illegal U-turn over the multi-coloured median value and psyche 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 delight her class barbeque.

Her dad and buddy, near of her cousins, as well as many other relative were on the strength. The merriment of the occasion was not lost on her house. Her dad admonished her for the phone phone call while her brothers teased her all afternoon. Chilly-Willy became Leadfoot and Speed-demon.

As the good afternoon slowly descended into early evening, and the barbeque transformed into a game of family touch football, Willy turned to her father. `` Dad, can you get me Hanna Fields'home name and address ? '' She handed him her cell. Her dad punched in his government agency issue and spoke to the clerk on duty. He wrote the reference on a sheet of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.

Dusk became evening as the versatile syndicate members began packing up and her parent 's driveway and presence pace no longer resembled a parking lot. Willy headed back towards the urban center, at the posted amphetamine limit. She made a little stop at an all hours liquor computer memory, and the florist alongside it. The Panthera onca coasted to a stop outside a small menage in a middle-income country of the metropolis. The garden was sparsely populated. A white Honda still displaying New House of York plates was parked in the driveway. Tall unmowed smoke showed that the occupant spent little metre `` smelling the bloom ''.

Willy stepped up and knocked on the front line threshold, holding the bunch of red rosebush in front of her. Hanna was no longer in her uniform when she answered the door, Willy noted that Hanna 's eyes were chinaware bluing. She was dressed in a duet of cutoff blue jean and cotton fiber jersey with the red orchard apple tree logo for New York emblazoned on the front. Her bare toes coated with coral nab varnish peeked up at Willy, giving the illusion of vulnerability.

Willy offered the blonde the flowers. `` peacefulness offer, '' she stated sincerely.

Hanna accepted the efflorescence. `` 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 start week on the job here. I have been the butt of so many laugh from everybody in the department since I got here. I thought you were just another piece of my founding, '' she said grinning. Your sarcastic lil wave as I drove off .... ugh ! '' she grunted.

Willy followed her into the sitting elbow room. composition board box were strewn unattended on the floor, some still unopened. It was obvious that Hanna had not gotten take out yet. She handed Hanna the rose wine 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 see an opener and chicken feed in there, probably near the bottom. ''

Hanna rummaged through a one-half empty carton, and extracted a simple glass vase for the rosiness. She walked through a door 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 afford the wine-coloured. Hanna returned, arranging the rose in the vase as she walked. She placed the flowers on top of the TV set and settled onto the chesterfield across from the chair Willy was sitting on. Willy reached over and handed Hanna a glassful of wine, then holding up her glass in a toast. `` To you, Hanna, a new beginning and my small apologia 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 utterer. It 's all I managed to salvage from my divorce. '' She slipped onto the floor in front of the stereo and selected a CD from a pile alongside the social unit.

Soon strains of `` hummer rings in the dark '' filled the room. `` I love his behind sensual calendar method, '' she said.

They sipped their wine and listened to the music, Hanna sitting hybridization legged in front of the stereoscopic picture and Willy on the chair succeeding to her. Their interpersonal ice began to dethaw and they began to talk over their careers - the job, the urban center, law-breaking and their aliveness. The level of wine slowly dropped until the last fall was deposited into Hanna 's glass. Hanna shrugged herself up onto her groundwork and weaved her way back into the kitchen. She returned with another three quarter filled bottle of wine she 'd retrieved from the fridge.

The spirit level of the second bottle dropped steadily until it too was hollow. By this time both girlfriend were more than a piffling tipsy and they had begun telling each former little mystery about their pasts. Hanna had admitted to Willy that she had not had sex with anybody since she had begun divorcement proceedings from her ex a New York lawyer who had `` stick it all, 'ceptin this goddam stereo '', in the divorce settlement, six months ago. She had moved to 'Vegas to start out again, she was twenty nine. So far she had n't found anyone interesting decent 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 years ago. Her job was, because of her slacken jiffy, she 'd never achieved an orgasm during coitus with her married man or any man for that matter. The only way she could orgasm, was through lengthy sessions of masturbation, which left her emotionally and physically drained. Some mornings after `` pleasuring herself '' she was so painful `` down there '' it hardly seemed worth the effort. Her nickname in the department was `` Chilly-Willy '' because it seemed that she had no interest in any of her male colleagues.

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

'' You ca n't drive in that condition, '' Hanna said, looking very official while sprawling barefoot on the floor in social movement of her stereo. `` Gim me your keys, '' she said holding out her hands.

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

Hanna struggled to her metrical foot, and walked to Willy who still was rummaging through her purse for the keys. `` You can not drive drunk, Willy. If you want, you can stay the nighttime. '' She pointed at the Chesterfield. `` You can spend the Night on my redact, or you can slumber in the chamber. It 's a big bed and I 'm for sure we 're both too drunkard to fool around. ``

Hanna led Willy to the bedroom. `` I 'll set the alarum for six. That gives you time to tug home, shower and put on clean undies, brush your teeth and clobber. '' She pushed Willy onto the bed, hastily pulling off her own T-shirt and jeans. She climbed onto the bed wearing only her panties, next to Willy, who was struggling out of her wearing apparel, and flicked off the light.

Sometime during the night their bodies connected. Dawn started to spray affectionate desert sun into the darkened sleeping accommodation, while the two fair sex slumbered in each other 's arms. Willy 's nous nestled on Hanna 's berm, and Hanna had her branch wrapped around Willy, each bridge player resting on the taller young woman 's breasts. Willy 's nipples had nous of their own and were throbbingly raise, thrusting into her palms. Unconsciously, Hanna bent downwards and kissed Willy 's neck.

Instantly both miss were awake !

Their centre flew open as they hastily disengaged from each early. Hanna rolled off the bed. `` I 'll get chocolate. You 'll ingest time to get menage and get fix for workplace, '' she said, peering at Willy still sprawled on the bed. She could n't blot out the beauty of Willy 's eye as the taller young lady looked up at her, almost flaunting her twit dark, intemperate tit. She could still feel them pushing into her palm, that, and the warmth that Willy 's consistency had radiated.

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

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

She approached Hanna from the posterior, her gist hammer. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, `` Here goes nothing. '' She snaked both her arms under Hanna 's weapon system and then upward, her lovesome hands reaching up and encompassing Hanna 's declamatory warm chest. She flattened herself against Hanna 's bare back, her own engorged nipple pressing into Hanna 's flesh. Her breather was coming in gasp from fear of rejection and reverence of the unknown. She 'd never ever even considered having sex with another adult female. `` What if Hanna starts screaming ? Rejects my approach ? laughter at me ? There are sempiternal possibilities of matter that 'll go wrong ! '' All these thought process flashed through Willy 's judgment as she committed herself and organic structure to this beautiful woman.

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

When Willy 's hands enveloped her breasts, and she molded herself to her backbone, Hanna 's nipple responded instantly to the feeling, warming and hardening, their areolae contracting as the nipple enlarged themselves and became rock gruelling, pressing themselves back into Willy 's decoration. Willy 's mouthpiece touched the soft silky nape of Hanna 's neck through her mussed blond tomentum. voiced lip 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, heat and wet began seeping between her legs.

Willy whispered, `` You 'll give birth 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 hired hand covered Willy 's, guiding her finger's breadth and palms as she pressed her chest into those warm loving custody. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy 's crotch, feeling the warmth radiating there. Wanting more, she released one of Willy 's hands and slid her hand into her panties. She slipped her index over her clitoris, feeling it swell until she was trusted it was at least three times its normal sizing ! `` It must be at to the lowest degree an inch long, '' she thought.

Willy 's hand followed hers down, pushing and questing through the blonde pubic curls until her finger slid over Hanna 's engorged clitoris. Willy 's finger touched and circled her clit. This easy tactual sensation overwhelmed Hanna. Her stifle began to shake, her thighs trembled, an electrical tickle began deep 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 commencement orgasm rocked her. She had always been nimble to pass on climax, but these last twenty indorsement were a new world record. It did n't end with the first wave, Willy 's fingers entered her, and, achingly slow, two finger penised their way into her warmly wetness. The gush of her succus surprised her, her body responded to the invasive fingers like nothing that she 'd ever experienced before.

Unable to save herself erect, Hanna slid to the kitchen floor. Holding her thighs almost unnaturally wide, she lewdly pumped her pussy upward onto Willy 's rigid fingers her intimation had become oink of double-dyed pleasure. Her back arched off the story, and her middle screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy 's wet fond mouth and tongue on her puss ! The look of her nerve, her easygoing cheeks, pressed in between her thighs was amazing. As her fingers flew into Willy 's fuzz, her whole body 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 followed her to the base. The experience of her own frustration during her onanism sessions gave her insight. She used every fast one her own body had taught her to generate Hanna an orgasm. Hanna 's body began to spasm rhythmically, her pussy enveloped her probing finger's breadth. liquid state, squashy sounds gushed - sweet smelling lubricator emerged that pooled in Hanna 's blonde curls, and began running in runnel down her thighs, Willy 's sensuality was now officially in overdrive. She lowered her face to meet the thrusts of Hanna 's pelvis, her tongue tentatively tasting at the escaping succus, until ineffective to insure herself, she pressed her mouth as hard as she could against Hanna 's swollen rim alongside her flexing fingerbreadth and began to suckle at the slip warm liquid Hanna 's cunt was creating just for her.

Hanna 's squeal as her climax overtook her frightened Willy and instinctively she stopped, pulling her fingerbreadth free of Hanna 's pussy with an audible 'plop'sound. But she was unable to move her head away. Hanna 's digit had dug into Willy 's tomentum, keeping her face captive between her heaving thigh.

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

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

'' So, what do you suppose of the new daughter ? '' one asked the other.

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

'' So what 's the juice then ? evidence me all, '' the first woman demanded.

'' She 's divorced ; no kids ; been in three New York precinct business firm since she left the police honorary society. She also has two commendations - one for fearlessness, one for merit. Her previous maitre d' in New York recommended her for serjeant-at-law, but she was passed over because she had marital problem, 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 crownwork. ``

'' So what is in the jacket ? ``

'' Well, she did see a shrink, but it did n't bear 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 tight with the chief 's daughter. ``

'' Who, Chilly-Willy ? ``

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

'' Wooo ! Sounds like serious lesbo natural process. ``

'' 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'lieu every night for the last two calendar month then, huh ? ``

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

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

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

Willy stood, flushed the trough, smoothed down her skirt and opened the stalling room access. After washing her deal, she exited the washroom, and followed the two female uniform officers towards the duty desk.

She approached the desk serjeant, flashing her badge. `` Hi, Bill, '' she said. `` I 'm looking for Hanna Fields. She finished her duty period about half an hour ago, '' she stated.

Not bothering to face up, the balding overweight sergeant grunted something and jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the police squad way door behind him, and continued to study the paper in straw man of him.

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

Hanna looked up and flashed a all-embracing smile, her luminous blueing eye lighting up. `` Hi, Willy. I 'm just about done. Gim me five instant, OK ? I just need to finish this, '' she said, pointing to the report she was working on, `` and I 'm finished for the day. '' She grinned.

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

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

The Edward Douglas White Jr. heat of the desert almost overwhelmed them as they stepped down from the stairs of the police station, into the sun. Almost simultaneously both charwoman reached instinctively for their sunglass. Hanna 's were the mirrored Ray-bans `` aeronaut '' that hid her wide expressive puritanic eyes. Willy 's were the less concealment Gucci wrap-around, that shaded her serious lineament, her luminous green center, and framed her authoritative cheekbones.

The two missy walked face by side along the pavement, their hands `` almost '' touching. They made a contrasting pair. Hanna at five-eleven, the taller of the two by two column inch, had a body that turned heads wherever she went. Her normally below the shoulder length rude blond hair was pulled back, severely in a `` pony-tail ''. She 'd slipped into a ovalbumin middle tank-top, which displayed her flat breadbasket and cute belly button and showed her alcoholic 36C tit to their outflank advantage. The wither Levi denims she 'd put on search as though they were bought a size too small and had shrunk in the wash.

In demarcation, Willy 's short, robustious drear fuzz was brushed carelessly back off her frontal bone. Simple trivial gold hoops pierced the lobes of her ears. A interior designer label crème blouse accentuated her shoulder without the aid of shoulder-pads ; three of its buttons were undecided at her neck, displaying the precis of a pair of 32B cup boob, without flaunting any insufficiency. Her narrow shank was cinched with a wide western sandwich leather belt and Navajo belt buckle. A gray-green dame ended just above her knee, giving hoi polloi who bothered to depend a glimpse of well-developed second joint, calves and delicate mortise joint. Both women wore well-fixed, though unstylish, running shoes.

As they reached Willy 's '63 racing-green E-type Jaguar, Willy unlocked the passenger doorway and held it overt for Hanna, before moving to the driver 's door and slipping behind the steering wheel. She moved the car into the late afternoon traffic, heading towards Hanna 's sign.

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. `` Stop there, '' she pointed to a vacant parking billet in front 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 store, bridge player in hand. A Goth-like clerk unadulterated with pale make-up, darkened eye, drab dark-gray dress, blackened whisker, spiked bracelets and dog collar, disengaged herself from a fellow worker and the mag 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 fussy mannequin or size ? '' she asked.

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

'' They 're all there, '' the shop clerk answered and pointed absently to a wall, whose ledge were laden with loads of variety of dongs and strap-ons.

Hanna giggled, `` holy bull, there 's one C ! ``

Willy whispered, `` You choose. You 're going to be on the receiving 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 early. Finally, Hanna held up an 8-inch model she had taken off the shelf, and brazenly asked the bored shop clerk, `` What 's this one like ? ``

'' Ah, '' said the tyke girl clerk, sagely. `` skillful option. It comes fill in with a harness and batteries. It has a vibrating, molded read/write head, sculpted pecker and has some really neat accessories. ``

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

The two char 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 faint as the traffic was overweight. 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 weaponry on the sofa, in the sitting room. Hanna 's arms snaked around Willy 's shank, unbuckling the rap and tugging at the doll. Willy kissed Hanna, her lingua flicking at Hanna 's teeth and her sassing sucking Hanna 's tongue. Furiously they tugged each former 's clothing off until they both sat amid piles of cast away clothing.

Willy 's mouth sucked lightly on Hanna 's cervix, her wet ardent tongue caressing the soft peel, her hands caressed Hanna 's waiting breasts. Teasing her nipple with her thenar, she took the now heavy nipple between thumb and index and pulled and pinched the nubbins until they glowed like ripe hemangioma simplex, their ring of color shrinkage as they crinkled.

Hanna had begun to gasp. Instinctively her thighs had spread themselves as wide-eyed apart as possible and her back arched, inviting her lover to take her. Slowly, teasingly slow, Willy moved her foreland down across Hanna 's shoulder joint, then she dragged her tongue down the valley between Hanna 's boob, across her belly. She stopped briefly to explore and examine Hanna 's belly button with her tongue before heading down lower through the Hanna 's course curly pubic whisker until she found the treasure she so desperately sought.

Willy 's mouthpiece enveloped Hanna 's plump cunt. She sucked hard, drawing the wet warmth of Hanna 's sassing into her mouth, her tongue pressed into Hanna like a petite penis, its tip delving into the slit. She pressed her nose hard against Hanna 's clit, and began to shake her head from side to side, pressing and squishing Hanna 's engorged clit against her hip, at the Saame time making sucking interference as she slurped the lubricating substance Hanna 's pussycat had begun to produce, just for her.

Hanna gasped, arching her back further, thighs twitching faster and faster as Willy 's wind ground and squished her now super-sensitive clit. An electrical tickling began to inflate from the bag of her spine, tiny outburst of complete delight flowed upward from her second joint. She screwed her center tightly shut in engrossment, her breathing becoming ragged grunts.

Willy continued to establish slurpy randomness as she sucked at the juice that flowed freely from Hanna 's pussy. With her read/write head buried in Hanna 's lap, Willy could palpate the strong muscles in Hanna 's second joint contract with the edifice of an orgasm. Hanna 's knees finally locked, her thighs pressing hard against Willy 's spike, her fingers digging into her short hair, pressing her face deeper into her lap, the electric waves of pleasure overtaking all sense of decorum.

Hanna began to oink, `` 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 cryptical inside her belly and exploded with an rhapsodic shuddering that took her hint away.

As her breathing slowly returned to rule, 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 infant girl, '' Willy answered, lifting her head and licking her finger's breadth like a cat lap at a roll of cream. `` Relax. We 've got all evening to trifle. We 'll use the strap-on after dinner party. ``

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

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