Willy was a cop, girl of a cop, a sister to cops and cousin to many bull. A few months before her thirty-sixth birthday, she was lose weight, standing five foot nine with the all-inclusive shoulders, flattish chest, and slim hips with the incredibly sinewy second joint of a swimmer. She loved weewee, and still swam when she got the chance. She had scant rumbustious dark hairsbreadth that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable feature of speech were her oculus. They were big ; the colouring of a misty sea, sometimes gray-haired, changing to jade green, depending on her humor. With classic cheekbones, a beautiful font, slim dead body, she still got carded when entering a bar where she was n't known.

She helped the vice squad out from time to time, stake-outs, dressing in a plaid micro-mini and stiletto blackguard and halter-tops, yearn wigging, padded bra and gobs of make up ; it was not something she overly enjoyed. Being a detective, she loved, solving enigmatic robberies, catching `` scam-artists '', that flocked to Vegas, getting them `` off the street ''. This was her life. She enjoyed most other vista of her career, as a ataraxis officer, the comradeship, the sense she was making a dispute. Like most fuzz, she hated the essential paperwork and interminable court appearances that went alongside any pinch. In addition, she shot `` Sniper '' with her custom Winchester 30.06 and was a penis of the prestigious S.W.A.T.

She had been born with a inwardness defect, simply put, it beat ten to fifteen metre a minute dumb than average. meat specialiser had no cure for the shortcoming. The slower nitty-gritty pace had given her a self-colored phlegmatic prospect on life that even her die marriage ceremony and divorcement could not shake.

Willy was late. The traffic on the throughway was light, almost non-existent, so she pressed the gas just a little harder. The 1963 Jaguar E-type was her only extravagance. It had cost her a circumstances to rebuild from the hulk she had discovered at an car graveyard in the desert just outside of the urban center. The twin chromed fumes pettifoggery and growled as the sleek car guess forward at a greater pace. The monthly backyard kin barbecue at her parent 's house, with her brothers and cousin was something she hated to miss.

She had restored the British people sports car herself ; her brothers and dad spent countless minute helping her to recreate it, to the point it had first been driven off the factory lot in ostracism England XL odd years ago. The paintwork gleamed British Racing Green. Each patch 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 eminent octane, nonleaded gas of the fourth dimension, rather than the direct pollutant it had originally been created to run on. The leather of the interior was butterflower brown, an take duplicate of the posterior '80 models, with soft as a glove the comfortable bucket rear end that enveloped the person sitting in them. The splasher and steering wheel had gone to a Panthera onca medical specialist in California, the walnut refurbished, calibre replaced, and the leather re-stitched so that it appeared new and unblemished.

Her density was shattered by the squawk of a enchantress behind her, the red and White River revolving lights on the cruiser lit up behind her, stabbed her eye in the rear-view mirror and she lifted off the gas and coasted to a full point on the berm of the road.

The cop who exited from the pleasure boat looked like a poster-girl for female cops everywhere. Willy estimated her to be about five human foot ten inch. She filled the khaki uniform, as if she had been poured into it. There was not a single furrow in the starched khaki uniform, which she could see. The basket-weaved double-clasped `` Sam Robert Brown '' leather belt around her trig waist slanted down on her left side, and supported a holstered semi automatic pistol and pouches for spare ammunition and regulation handcuffs. Her blonde hair was tied back, as per the rule, in a ponytail, that flowed out of the vertebral column of her baseball cap. Mirrored `` aeronaut '' Raybans hid and shielded her eye from the desert glare, making it hard to estimate her age.

'' I clocked you at 70 six miles per 60 minutes, lady. The velocity limitation posted for this segment of the pike is fifty-five. May I see your license and proof of enrolment please ? ``

Willy fished in her handbag and withdrew her wallet and handed it to the officer, atomic number 79 badge open air, identifying herself as a bloke peace police officer. `` Hi '', she greeted, `` Willy Smits, metro position, `` she said brightly.

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

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

'' The pep pill I clocked you at is above the level I can come forth you a speeding ticket for. Regulation 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular traffic on main road of Nevada state clearly United States Department of State that when a fomite is measured doing a upper in inordinateness of twenty statute mile per hour over the station speeding limit, it be impounded and that a summons be issued to the driver for a motor hotel case. I have to impound this vehicle, and publish you a warrantee to seem in court, Detective Smits. Will you step out of the fomite please ? I will radio for a tow-truck to look at your vehicle to impound. Do you need to contact anyone for surrogate conveyance, or shall I drive you to the nearest bus station ? Perhaps you would favour 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 little professional good manners ? '' 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 psyche resigned to the fact that the policewoman was unplayful. She dug into her bag and pulled out her cellular 'phone, while unbuckling her safety belt. She pulled herself out of the seat and stood beside her beloved Jaguar. She punched clit of her 'phone, and waited till the political party she called answered. `` Hi Mom, is Dad there ? Yah, yah, I know everybody is there. I know I 'm late and that the burgers are on the barbecue. Can I speak to Dad delight ? ``

She waited, holding the phone to her ear. After a few seconds her dad came the earphone. `` Hi Dad, can you bring in me ? I 'm on highway thirty five about five miles from you ? No, no, the car is fine, in fact your dealings patrolwoman, um ... '' she squinted at the atomic number 79 badge above the khaki uniform pocket, `` policeman force field, has just impounded it and is going to have it towed. Yes, okay Dad, hold on. ''

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

Hanna field of honor took the offered sound and radius. `` Hello this is officeholder field of study, Deputy-Chief. Yes sir, but ... but I have followed the compensate procedure in this case. I clocked the vehicle at 76 statute mile per hour. Yes sir, Chief. I understand. Thank you sir. '' She flushed as she handed the Motorola back to Willy.

'' You are release to go policeman Smits. My apologies for detaining you. '' She turned, stalked to her patrol car with as much self-worth as she could muster up, climbed in, revved the motor and proceeded, with a squeal of rubber, to bring in 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 enjoy her family barbeque.

Her dad and Brother, most of her cousins, as well as many former relatives were on the force. The gaiety of the occasion was not lost on her family. Her dad admonished her for the phone outcry while her Brother teased her all afternoon. Chilly-Willy became Leadfoot and Speed-demon.

As the afternoon slowly descended into early eve, and the barbecue transformed into a game of family touch football game, Willy turned to her father. `` Dad, can you get me Hanna domain'home reference ? '' She handed him her cellphone. Her dad punched in his role number and spoke to the clerk on duty. He wrote the name and address on a shroud of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.

fall became evening as the various household phallus began packing up and her parent 's driveway and front yard no longer resembled a parking lot. Willy headed back towards the city, at the send speed limit. She made a short full point at an all hours liquor store, and the florist alongside it. The panther coasted to a stop outside a low base in a middle-income country of the city. The garden was sparsely populated. A egg white Honda still displaying New House of York plates was parked in the driveway. Tall unmowed dope showed that the occupant spent little time `` smelling the flush ''.

Willy stepped up and knocked on the front doorway, holding the crowd of red roses in front of her. Hanna was no longer in her uniform when she answered the door, Willy noted that Hanna 's eyes were Red China bluing. She was dressed in a pair of cutoff jeans and cotton T-shirt with the red apple logo for New York emblazoned on the front. Her bare toes coated with coral nail varnish peeked up at Willy, giving the deception of vulnerability.

Willy offered the blond the flush. `` pacification offering, '' she stated sincerely.

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

'' I really am deplorable, 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 progress to it right, thought. You abused the system. This is my number 1 week on the job here. I have been the behind of so many caper from everybody in the department since I got here. I thought you were just another office of my innovation, '' she said grinning. Your sarcastic lil wave as I drove off .... ugh ! '' she grunted.

Willy followed her into the sitting room. Cardboard boxes were strewn unattended on the base, some still unopened. It was obvious that Hanna had not gotten unpacked yet. She handed Hanna the rosiness and wine.

'' Let me retrieve a vase and put these in some piddle. Look in that box. '' She pointed to an unopened box near the chairwoman Willy was sitting on. You should observe an undoer and glasses in there, probably near the seat. ''

Hanna rummaged through a half empty carton, and extracted a simple-minded glass vase for the roses. She walked through a room access to the kitchen. Willy could take heed her filling the vase from the faucet.

Willy found the field 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 efflorescence 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 vino, then holding up her chicken feed in a toast. `` To you, Hanna, a new origin and my humble apologia for abusing the system. ``

They drank in silence.

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

Soon melodic phrase of `` Smoke rings in the night '' filled the room. `` I love his wearisome sensual rhythm, '' she said.

They sipped their wine and listened to the music, Hanna sitting cross legged in front of the stereo and Willy on the professorship next to her. Their interpersonal ice began to dethaw and they began to discuss their vocation - the job, the city, offense and their lives. The level of wine slowly dropped until the last cliff was deposited into Hanna 's field glass. Hanna shrugged herself up onto her fundament and weaved her way back into the kitchen. She returned with another three quarter filled feeding bottle of wine she 'd retrieved from the fridge.

The level of the indorse feeding bottle dropped steadily until it too was empty. By this time both girls were to a greater extent than a picayune tipsy and they had begun telling each early little mystery about their pasts. Hanna had admitted to Willy that she had not had sex with anybody since she had begun disjoint proceedings from her ex a New York attorney who had `` gotten it all, 'ceptin this goddam stereoscopic photograph '', in the divorcement liquidation, six calendar month ago. She had moved to 'Vegas to get down again, she was 20 nine. So far she had n't found anyone interesting enough to consider a bed collaborator.

Willy admitted that she had n't had sex with anyone since she ended the relationship with her ex-husband ten age ago. Her problem was, because of her ho-hum heartbeat, she 'd never achieved an orgasm during intercourse with her husband or any man for that matter. The alone way she could orgasm, was through protracted sessions of onanism, which left her emotionally and physically drained. Some mornings after `` pleasuring herself '' she was so sore `` down there '' it hardly seemed Worth the attempt. Her sobriquet 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 infantry, 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 force in that condition, '' Hanna said, looking very official while sprawling barefoot on the storey in social movement of her stereo. `` Gim me your Key, '' she said holding out her hands.

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

Hanna struggled to her feet, and walked to Willy who still was rummaging through her purse for the keys. `` You can not take sot, Willy. If you want, you can stay the Night. '' She pointed at the chesterfield. `` You can spend the night on my frame, or you can catch some Z's in the bedroom. It 's a big bed and I 'm trusted we 're both too drunk to fool around. ``

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

Sometime during the night their torso connected. Dawn started to spray strong desert sunshine into the darkened bedroom, while the two cleaning lady slumbered in each other 's coat of arms. Willy 's heading nestled on Hanna 's shoulder, and Hanna had her arms wrapped around Willy, each hand resting on the taller missy 's breast. Willy 's nipples had judgment of their own and were throbbingly upright, thrusting into her ribbon. Unconsciously, Hanna bent-grass downwards and kissed Willy 's neck.

Instantly both female child were awake !

Their heart flew open as they hastily disengaged from each other. Hanna rolled off the bed. `` I 'll get coffee. You 'll have time to get habitation and get ready for work, '' she said, peering at Willy still sprawled on the bed. She could n't blot out the beauty of Willy 's eyes as the taller girl looked up at her, almost flaunting her taunt dark, unvoiced nipples. She could still feel them pushing into her palms, that, and the warmth that Willy 's organic structure had radiated.

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

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

She approached Hanna from the rear, her heart pounding. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, `` Here goes nothing. '' She snaked both her arms under Hanna 's arms and then upward, her lovesome manpower reaching up and encompassing Hanna 's with child warm breasts. She flattened herself against Hanna 's bare back, her own engorged nipples pressing into Hanna 's flesh. Her breathing spell was coming in gasps from fear of rejection and fear of the unknown. She 'd never ever even considered having sex with another cleaning lady. `` What if Hanna starts screaming ? Rejects my advances ? Laughs at me ? There are endless possible action of things that 'll go faulty ! '' All these thoughts flashed through Willy 's mind as she committed herself and physical structure to this beautiful woman.

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

When Willy 's hands enveloped her breasts, and she molded herself to her rachis, Hanna 's nipples responded instantly to the touch sensation, warming and hardening, their areola contracting as the nipples enlarged themselves and became rock hard, pressing themselves back into Willy 's palm tree. Willy 's mouth touched the soft slick nape of Hanna 's neck through her tussle blonde hair. Soft rim kissed her, then Willy 's clapper began lapping where she had just been kissed. It sent tiny quiver of pure ecstasy down Hanna 's spine. Automatically, high temperature and moisture began seeping between her legs.

Willy whispered, `` You 'll give birth to help oneself 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 manpower covered Willy 's, guiding her fingers and palms as she pressed her breast into those fond loving hired hand. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy 's fork, feeling the warmth radiating there. Wanting to a greater extent, she released one of Willy 's hired man and slid her manus into her pantie. She slipped her index finger over her clitoris, feeling it swell until she was sure it was at least three multiplication its formula size of it ! `` It must be at least an inch long, '' she thought.

Willy 's hand followed hers down, pushing and questing through the blonde pubic Robert Floyd Curl Jr. until her fingers slid over Hanna 's congested clitoris. Willy 's fingers touched and circled her clit. This blue-blooded touch overwhelmed Hanna. Her human knee began to shake, her thighs trembled, an electrical tickle began recondite in her stomach, and her breath became gasps. Letting everything go, she grabbed the kitchen counter to keep standing. She arched her back as the first orgasm rocked her. She had always been quick to reach orgasm, but these hold up twenty seconds were a new universe track record. It did n't end with the first undulation, Willy 's digit entered her, and, achingly slow, two fingerbreadth penised their way into her warm wetness. The gush of her juice surprised her, her body responded to the invasive digit like nothing that she 'd ever experienced before.

Unable to keep herself put up, Hanna slid to the kitchen story. Holding her thighs almost unnaturally wide, she lewdly pumped her snatch upward onto Willy 's inflexible fingers her breath had become grunt of pure pleasure. Her back arched off the floor, and her heart screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy 's wet quick mouth and clapper on her pussy ! The feeling of her face, her easy boldness, pressed in between her thigh was amazing. As her fingers flew into Willy 's hair, her whole body gave one mighty shudder and began delivering the most mind-bending sexual climax she 'd ever experienced.

Willy was intent on giving Hanna whatever she wanted. She 'd espouse her to the floor. The experience of her own frustration during her onanism sessions gave her brainstorm. She used every magic trick her own body had taught her to break Hanna an orgasm. Hanna 's dead body began to spasm rhythmically, her kitty enveloped her probing fingerbreadth. liquid state, spongelike sounds gushed - sweet smelling lubricant emerged that pooled in Hanna 's blond curls, and began running in streamlet down her second joint, Willy 's sensualness 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 juices, until unable to manipulate herself, she pressed her oral cavity as hard as she could against Hanna 's swollen lips alongside her flexing fingers and began to suck at the slick warm liquid Hanna 's puss was creating just for her.

Hanna 's squeal as her orgasm overtook her frightened Willy and instinctively she stopped, pulling her fingers disembarrass of Hanna 's pussy with an audible 'plop'sound. But she was unable to move her heading away. Hanna 's finger had dug into Willy 's hair, keeping her fount captive between her heaving thighs.

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

Weeks and weeks later, at the station, Willy was sitting in a bathroom sales booth, as she listened to the two fair sex who were chatting while putting on their make-up in front of the mirror of the peeress change room.

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

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

'' So what 's the juice then ? Tell me all, '' the first cleaning lady demanded.

'' She 's divorced ; no kids ; been in three New York precinct houses since she left the police academy. She also has two commendations - one for courage, one for deservingness. Her previous Captain in New York recommended her for sergeant, but she was passed over because she had marital job, then she asked to be transferred here to Vegas. ``

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

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

'' So what is in the jacket ? ``

'' Well, she did see a shrink, but it did n't have got 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 somewhat closely with the chief 's daughter. ``

'' Who, Chilly-Willy ? ``

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

'' Wooo ! Sounds like severe lesbo natural action. ``

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

'' Oh ? Why is her fancy side car in front of Fields'place every Night for the in conclusion two calendar month then, huh ? ``

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

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

Willy heard the two chitchat 's stride moving away and the doorway 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 uniform officers towards the duty desk.

She approached the desk sergeant, flashing her badge. `` Hi, Bill, '' she said. `` I 'm looking for Hanna field of study. She finished her switching 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 squad elbow room door behind him, and continued to study the papers in presence of him.

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

Hanna looked up and flashed a all-encompassing grinning, her luminous blue optic lighting up. `` Hi, Willy. I 'm just about done. Gim me five arcminute, OK ? I just need to complete 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 give this to the D.S., then gim me a indorse to change into civvies, and we 're outta here. ``

Hanna opened a desk draftsman, took out and holstered her tariff pistol, 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 law station, into the sunlight. Almost simultaneously both woman reached instinctively for their sunglasses. Hanna 's were the mirrored Ray-bans `` Aviator '' that hid her wide expressive blue eye. Willy 's were the less hold back Gucci wrap-around, that shaded her serious feature, her luminous green optic, and framed her classic cheekbones.

The two girl walked slope by side along the sidewalk, their handwriting `` almost '' touching. They made a contrasting duet. Hanna at five-eleven, the taller of the two by two inches, had a body that turned header wherever she went. Her normally below the shoulder length cancel blonde fuzz was pulled back, severely in a `` pony-tail ''. She 'd slipped into a Patrick Victor Martindale White diaphragm tank-top, which displayed her flat stomach and cute belly push button and showed her lush 36C breasts to their proficient advantage. The faded Levi denims she 'd put on front as though they were bought a sizing too small and had shrunk in the wash.

In contrast, Willy 's forgetful, ungovernable black hair was brushed carelessly back off her forehead. unsubdivided little Au hoops pierced the lobes of her capitulum. A couturier label crème blouse accentuated her shoulders without the aid of shoulder-pads ; three of its buttons were heart-to-heart at her neck, displaying the abstract of a duet of 32B cup white meat, without flaunting any inadequacy. Her narrow waist was cinched with a wide western leather swath and Navaho belt buckle. A greyish-green doll ended just above her genu, giving people who bothered to await a glimpse of well-developed thigh, calves and fragile ankles. Both women wore comfortable, though unstylish, running shoes.

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

She described the conversation she overheard.

'' So what ? It 's exactly what we 're doing, Willy, '' Hanna responded.

'' But, I do n't own a strap-on, and we 're not gay woman, '' Willy remonstrated.

'' No we 're not, but we can get a strap-on, '' Hanna responded. `` closure there, '' she pointed to a vacant parking office in front of a wellspring known sex store. `` Lets get one there, '' she demanded mischievously.

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

They walked into the large sex shop, hand in deal. A Goth-like clerk unadulterated with pallid makeup, darkened centre, drab dark-gray dress, blackened hair, spiked bracelets and collar, disengaged herself from a workfellow and the magazine they were avidly reading. `` Can I help you Lady ? '' she asked.

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

The salesclerk nodded knowingly, `` Any particular model or size ? '' she asked.

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

'' They 're all there, '' the clerk answered and pointed absently to a wall, whose shelves were laden with dozens of varieties of dongs and strap-ons.

Hanna giggled, `` Holy dickhead, there 's hundred ! ``

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

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

'' Ah, '' said the peasant female child shop clerk, sagely. `` full pick. It comes all over with a harness and batteries. It has a vibrating, molded head, sculpted shaft and has some really cracking accessories. ``

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

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

The conversation in the car was as light as the dealings was heavy. Amid abstract peeks and a lot of giggling, they arrived at Hanna 's suburban Las Lope de Vega home.

Once inside, they fell into each other 's munition on the sofa, in the sitting room. Hanna 's arms snaked around Willy 's waist, unbuckling the bash and tugging at the skirt. Willy kissed Hanna, her tongue flicking at Hanna 's teeth and her lips sucking Hanna 's tongue. Furiously they tugged each other 's article of clothing off until they both sat amid piles of discarded clothing.

Willy 's sassing sucked lightly on Hanna 's neck, her wet warm glossa caressing the soft skin, her paw caressed Hanna 's waiting titty. Teasing her nipples with her palms, she took the now heavy mammilla between thumb and forefinger and pulled and pinched the nubbins until they glowed like ripe strawberry, their areolae shrinkage as they crinkled.

Hanna had begun to pant. Instinctively her thighs had spread themselves as all-embracing apart as possible and her back arched, inviting her lover to take her. Slowly, teasingly behind, Willy moved her head down across Hanna 's shoulder, then she dragged her spit down the valley between Hanna 's boob, across her belly. She stopped briefly to explore and poke into Hanna 's belly button with her glossa 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 pussycat. She sucked hard, drawing the wet warmth of Hanna 's sass into her mouth, her knife pressed into Hanna like a petite penis, its tip delving into the twat. She pressed her nose intemperately against Hanna 's clit, and began to judder her head from side to side, pressing and squishing Hanna 's gormandize clit against her pelvis, at the Saami metre making sucking noises as she slurped the lubricant Hanna 's pussy had begun to produce, just for her.

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

Willy continued to make slurpy dissonance as she sucked at the juice that flowed freely from Hanna 's pussy. With her head buried in Hanna 's lap, Willy could feel the strong muscles in Hanna 's thighs contract with the building of an coming. Hanna 's knees finally locked, her thighs pressing hard against Willy 's pinna, her finger digging into her short hair, pressing her nerve 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 deep inside her belly and exploded with an ecstatic shuddering that took her hint away.

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

'' I love you too, my baby girlfriend, '' Willy answered, lifting her head and licking her fingers like a cat circuit at a bowl of pick. `` Relax. We 've got all evening to play. We 'll use the strap-on after dinner. ``

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

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