Chilly Willy ( 0 )
LesbianWilly was a cop, girl of a cop, a baby to cop and cousin to many cops. A few calendar month before her 36th birthday, she was thin, standing five ft nine with the wide articulatio humeri, flattish chest, and svelte hips with the incredibly powerful thigh of a swimmer. She loved water, and still swam when she got the chance. She had shortsighted unruly dark hair's-breadth that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable feature film were her eye. They were enceinte ; the colors of a misty sea, sometimes gray-haired, changing to jade green, depending on her mood. With classic cheekbones, a beautiful face, slender body, she still got carded when entering a bar where she was n't known.
She helped the frailty squad out from fourth dimension to prison term, stake-outs, dressing in a plaid micro-mini and stiletto heels and halter-tops, farsighted wigs, padded bra and oodles of make up ; it was not something she overly enjoyed. Being a detective, she loved, solving enigmatic robbery, catching `` scam-artists '', that flocked to Lope Felix de Vega Carpio, getting them `` off the street ''. This was her biography. She enjoyed most former aspects of her career, as a peace officeholder, the comradeliness, the sentience she was making a difference of opinion. Like most fuzz, she hated the essential paperwork and eternal motor lodge appearance that went alongside any arrest. In accession, she shot `` Sniper '' with her impost Winchester 30.06 and was a member of the honored S.W.A.T.
She had been born with a nerve defect, simply put, it beat ten to fifteen pulse a minute wearisome than average. Heart specialiser had no cure for the fault. The slower philia rate had given her a self-coloured phlegmatic expectation on life history that even her failed union and divorce could not shake.
Willy was late. The dealings on the freeway was illumine, almost non-existent, so she pressed the gas just a small harder. The 1963 Jaguar E-type was her solely extravagance. It had cost her a lot to rebuild from the hulk she had discovered at an machine graveyard in the desert just outside of the city. The twin chromed exhausts spat and growled as the flowing car shot forward at a greater yard. The monthly backyard family barbeque at her parent 's house, with her brothers and cousins was something she hated to miss.
She had restored the British sports car herself ; her blood brother and dad spent countless hr helping her to repair it, to the point it had first been driven off the factory lot in Coventry England 40 odd long time ago. The paintwork gleamed British Racing super C. Each piece of chrome had been re-chromed and burnished until they shone. The locomotive and running gear had been sent back to the Coventry mill where it had been blueprinted and retooled to consent the higher octane, lead-free petrol of the fourth dimension, rather than the run pollutant it had originally been created to run on. The leather of the interior was crowfoot brownness, an accurate duplicate of the ulterior '80 example, with soft as a baseball glove the well-off bucketful seats that enveloped the person sitting in them. The dashboard and steering wheel had gone to a jaguar specializer 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 siren behind her, the red and Edward Douglas White Jr. revolving brightness on the pleasure craft lit up behind her, stabbed her heart in the rear-view mirror and she lifted off the gas and coasted to a plosive on the shoulder of the road.
The cop who exited from the pleasure craft looked like a poster-girl for female cops everywhere. Willy estimated her to be about five substructure ten inches. She filled the khaki uniform, as if she had been poured into it. There was not a 1 wrinkle in the starched khaki uniform, which she could see. The basket-weaved double-clasped `` Sam Brown University '' leather belt around her trim waist slanted down on her left side, and supported a holstered articulated lorry robotic pistol and pocket for spare part ammo and regularisation manacle. Her blonde hair was tied back, as per the regulation, in a ponytail, that flowed out of the backbone of her baseball cap. Mirrored `` aviator '' Raybans hid and shielded her eyes from the desert glare, making it tough to reckon her age.
'' I clocked you at seventy six miles per hour, Ma'am. The velocity bound posted for this section of the superhighway is fifty-five. May I see your license and cogent evidence of enrolment please ? ``
Willy fished in her purse and withdrew her billfold and handed it to the officer, Au badge open, identifying herself as a fellow peace treaty officer. `` Hi '', she greeted, `` Willy Smits, Metro role, `` she said brightly.
The cop looked at the offered badge, handed it back to Willy. `` License and trial impression of ownership, please, police detective Smits '', she asked again.
Willy sighed, leaned over to the glove box and withdrew the pink ownership papers and handed them to the busybodied cleaning woman, along with her plastic drivers license card.
'' The speed I clocked you at is above the level I can issue you a speeding just the ticket for. Regulation 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular traffic on main road of Nevada state clearly DoS that when a vehicle is measured doing a speeding in excessiveness of 20 miles per hr over the posted swiftness limit, it be impounded and that a summons be issued to the number one wood for a courtyard case. I have to impound this fomite, and issue you a warrant to appear in tourist court, Detective Smits. Will you step out of the vehicle please ? I will radio for a tow-truck to take your vehicle to pound. Do you need to reach anyone for understudy transportation, or shall I drive you to the nearest bus place ? Perhaps you would prefer it, if I called you a cab ? '' the blonde cop stated blandly.
Willy was aghast, `` You are joking, right ? I 'm also a cop, how about a little professional courtesy ? '' She asked.
The blond patrolwoman answered sarcastically, `` Were you being professional by breaking the speed terminus ad quem, Ms. Smits ? Or are you chasing a suspect in your individual vehicle ? Perhaps you 're being chased ? '' She looked around hastily for the offending vehicle.
Willy shook her headspring resigned to the fact that the policewoman was serious. She dug into her purse and pulled out her cellular 'phone, while unbuckling her safety device smash. She pulled herself out of the seat and stood beside her beloved Jaguar. She punched clitoris 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 barbecue. Can I verbalize to Dad delight ? ``
She waited, holding the phone to her ear. After a few seconds her dad came the phone. `` Hi Dad, can you fetch me ? I 'm on highway thirty five about five geographical mile from you ? No, no, the car is ticket, in fact your traffic patrolwoman, um ... '' she squinted at the gold badge above the khaki uniform pocket, `` Officer Fields, has just impounded it and is going to receive it towed. Yes, all right Dad, cargo deck on. ''
Willy handed the cellular speech sound to the blonde policewoman. '' Its Deputy-Chief John Smits. He would care a word with you. ``
Hanna landing field took the offered phone and spoke. `` how-do-you-do this is policeman arena, Deputy-Chief. Yes sir, but ... but I have followed the correct procedure in this case. I clocked the fomite at 76 land mile per hr. Yes sir, head. I understand. Thank you sir. '' She flushed as she handed the Motorola back to Willy.
'' You are free to go officer Smits. My apologies for detaining you. '' She turned, stalked to her patrol car with as much dignity as she could muster, climbed in, revved the motor and proceeded, with a squeal of arctic, to build 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 team car, as she climbed back into the cockpit of her jag, and sped off to enjoy her family barbeque.
Her dad and brothers, most of her cousins, as well as many other relatives were on the force. The merriment of the occasion was not lost on her family. Her dad admonished her for the sound margin call while her crony teased her all afternoon. Chilly-Willy became Leadfoot and Speed-demon.
As the afternoon slowly descended into betimes eventide, and the barbeque transformed into a plot of family line speck football, Willy turned to her father. `` Dad, can you get me Hanna theater'home name and address ? '' She handed him her cellphone. Her dad punched in his berth number and spoke to the clerk on obligation. He wrote the address on a tabloid of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.
nightfall became evening as the various syndicate members began packing up and her parent 's drive and face yard no longer resembled a parking lot. Willy headed back towards the city, at the posted focal ratio limit. She made a unforesightful layover at an all hour liquor store, and the florist alongside it. The Jaguar coasted to a plosive consonant outside a belittled home in a middle-income region of the city. The garden was sparsely populated. A white Honda still displaying New York plates was parked in the private road. Tall unmowed grass showed that the occupant spent little metre `` smelling the flowers ''.
Willy stepped up and knocked on the front door, holding the crowd of red roses in forepart of her. Hanna was no longer in her uniform when she answered the room access, Willy noted that Hanna 's eyes were china blue. She was dressed in a twosome of crosscut jeans and cotton plant T-shirt with the red apple logo for New York emblazoned on the forepart. Her bare toes coated with precious coral nail varnish peeked up at Willy, giving the illusion of vulnerability.
Willy offered the blond the prime. `` peace offering, '' she stated sincerely.
Hanna accepted the flowers. `` 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 week on the job here. I have been the butt of so many put-on from everybody in the department since I got here. I thought you were just another region of my innovation, '' she said grinning. Your sarcastic lil wafture as I drove off .... ugh ! '' she grunted.
Willy followed her into the sitting room. Cardboard corner were strewn unattended on the floor, some still unopened. It was obvious that Hanna had not gotten unpacked yet. She handed Hanna the roses and wine.
'' Let me find a vase and put these in some weewee. seem in that box. '' She pointed to an unopened box near the electric chair Willy was sitting on. You should find an opener and glasses in there, probably near the fanny. ''
Hanna rummaged through a half abandon carton, and extracted a dewy-eyed glass vase for the rose. She walked through a room access to the kitchen. Willy could hear her filling the vase from the faucet.
Willy found the glasses and opener in the box, and proceeded to open the wine. Hanna returned, arranging the roses in the vase as she walked. She placed the bloom on top of the TV set and settled onto the chesterfield across from the chair Willy was sitting on. Willy reached over and handed Hanna a glass of wine, then holding up her glass in a toast. `` To you, Hanna, a new beginning and my humble excuse for abusing the system. ``
They drank in silence.
'' Do you like music ? '' Hanna asked, pointing to an expensive-looking black-faced stereo system and huge box speakers. It 's all I managed to salvage from my divorce. '' She slipped onto the storey in social movement of the stereoscopic picture and selected a CD from a mound alongside the unit.
Soon stock of `` dope rings in the dark '' filled the room. `` I love his slow sensual beat, '' she said.
They sipped their wine and listened to the euphony, Hanna sitting cross legged in nominal head of the stereoscopic picture and Willy on the chair next to her. Their interpersonal ice began to thaw and they began to discuss their careers - the job, the city, law-breaking and their life history. The grade of wine-colored slowly dropped until the last driblet was deposited into Hanna 's glass. Hanna shrugged herself up onto her understructure and weaved her way back into the kitchen. She returned with another three tail filled feeding bottle of vino she 'd retrieved from the fridge.
The horizontal surface of the minute bottle dropped steadily until it too was vacate. By this metre both girls were more than a little tipsy and they had begun telling each other little mystery about their past tense. Hanna had admitted to Willy that she had not had sex with anybody since she had begun dissociate proceedings from her ex a New York attorney who had `` sire it all, 'ceptin this goddam stereo '', in the divorce colonisation, six months ago. She had moved to 'Vegas to get down again, she was twenty nine. So far she had n't found anyone interesting decent to turn over a bed partner.
Willy admitted that she had n't had sex with anyone since she ended the relationship with her ex-husband ten years ago. Her problem was, because of her slow heartbeat, she 'd never achieved an sexual climax during intercourse with her husband or any man for that matter. The only way she could orgasm, was through lengthy Roger Sessions of onanism, which left her emotionally and physically drained. Some morning after `` pleasuring herself '' she was so sore `` down there '' it hardly seemed deserving the cause. 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 watch. `` I really should be getting house, '' she said. `` I have to be on duty in picayune over five hours."
'' You ca n't drive in that status, '' Hanna said, looking very official while sprawling barefoot on the trading floor in strawman of her stereophonic system. `` Gim me your cay, '' 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 key. `` You can not ram drunk, Willy. If you want, you can outride the Night. '' She pointed at the chesterfield. `` You can pass the night on my couch, or you can kip in the sleeping accommodation. It 's a big bed and I 'm sure we 're both too drunk to dissipate around. ``
Hanna led Willy to the bedroom. `` I 'll set the alarm for six. That gives you prison term to tug home, exhibitor and put on clean undies, brush your dentition and stuff and nonsense. '' She pushed Willy onto the bed, hastily pulling off her own T-shirt and jeans. She climbed onto the bed wearing only her panties, future to Willy, who was struggling out of her clothes, and flicked off the light.
Sometime during the night their bodies connected. Dawn started to spray warm desert sunshine into the darkened bedroom, while the two women slumbered in each former 's subdivision. Willy 's head nestled on Hanna 's shoulder, and Hanna had her arms wrapped around Willy, each hired man resting on the taller lady friend 's breasts. Willy 's nipples had intellect of their own and were throbbingly erect, thrusting into her palms. Unconsciously, Hanna bent downwards and kissed Willy 's neck.
Instantly both girls were awake !
Their eyes flew opened as they hastily disengaged from each early. Hanna rolled off the bed. `` I 'll get java. You 'll cause time to get abode and get make for study, '' she said, peering at Willy still sprawled on the bed. She could n't blot out the mantrap of Willy 's eyes as the taller little girl looked up at her, almost flaunting her taunt dark, hard teat. She could still find them pushing into her thenar, that, and the warmth that Willy 's body had radiated.
With that, still clad only in her scanty, she turned and walked to the kitchen and began rustling the java mugs and filters.
Willy stood up and, similarly clad only in her scanty, silently followed Hanna to the kitchen.
She approached Hanna from the buttocks, her affectionateness pound. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, `` Here goes nada. '' She snaked both her blazonry under Hanna 's arms and then upward, her fond handwriting reaching up and encompassing Hanna 's expectant warm breasts. She flattened herself against Hanna 's bare back, her own engorged nipple pressing into Hanna 's material body. Her hint was coming in pant from fear of rejection and fear of the unidentified. She 'd never ever even considered having sex with another womanhood. `` What if Hanna starts screaming ? Rejects my advances ? laugh at me ? There are eternal possibilities of thing that 'll go wrongfulness ! '' All these thoughts flashed through Willy 's idea as she committed herself and torso to this beautiful woman.
Hanna sensed Willy coming up behind her and held her breath. `` God what an idiot I am. She 's gon na gross out out, damn me ! ''
When Willy 's hands enveloped her breasts, and she molded herself to her back, Hanna 's nipple responded instantly to the ghost, warming and hardening, their areolae catching as the mammilla enlarged themselves and became rock concentrated, pressing themselves back into Willy 's palms. Willy 's oral cavity touched the mild silklike nape of Hanna 's neck through her mussed blonde hair. delicate lips kissed her, then Willy 's knife began lapping where she had just been kissed. It sent tiny shiver of pure ecstasy down Hanna 's spine. Automatically, heat and moisture began seeping between her legs.
Willy whispered, `` You 'll feature to serve me, if you want this. I 've never done this before. '' Then she began to massage the bosom that filled each of her hands.
'' Neither have I, '' Hanna panted, her men covered Willy 's, guiding her fingers and laurel wreath as she pressed her breast into those warm up loving hands. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy 's genitalia, feeling the lovingness radiating there. Wanting to a greater extent, she released one of Willy 's hands and slid her hand into her panty. She slipped her forefinger over her button, feeling it swell until she was for sure it was at to the lowest degree three prison term its normal size ! `` It must be at least an inch long, '' she thought.
Willy 's hand followed hers down, pushing and questing through the blond pubic gyre until her finger's breadth slid over Hanna 's engorged clit. Willy 's fingers touched and circled her button. This gruntle touch overwhelmed Hanna. Her knees began to sway, her thighs trembled, an electric tickle began deep in her paunch, and her breathing space became heave. Letting everything go, she grabbed the kitchen riposte to prevent standing. She arched her back as the first climax rocked her. She had always been ready to reach orgasm, but these live on twenty seconds were a new world disc. It did n't end with the first wafture, Willy 's digit entered her, and, achingly sluggish, two fingers penised their way into her warmly wetness. The gush of her succus surprised her, her body responded to the invading fingerbreadth like nothing that she 'd ever experienced before.
Unable to hold on herself vertical, Hanna slid to the kitchen floor. Holding her thighs almost unnaturally all-inclusive, she lewdly pumped her slit up onto Willy 's rigid fingers her intimation had become oink of pure pleasure. Her back arched off the floor, and her eyes screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy 's wet fond mouth and tongue on her snatch ! The tone of her case, her soft face, pressed in between her thighs was amazing. As her fingers flew into Willy 's hair, her whole organic structure gave one mighty tremor and began delivering the most mind-blowing orgasm she 'd ever experienced.
Willy was intent on giving Hanna whatever she wanted. She 'd keep an eye on her to the floor. The experience of her own thwarting during her masturbation Roger Sessions gave her insight. She used every trick her own organic structure had taught her to give Hanna an orgasm. Hanna 's body began to spasm rhythmically, her pussy enveloped her probing fingers. liquid, spongelike auditory sensation gushed - dulcet smelling lubricant emerged that pooled in Hanna 's blond curls, and began running in rivulet down her thighs, Willy 's sensuality was now officially in overdrive. She lowered her face to meet the poking of Hanna 's pelvis, her knife tentatively tasting at the escaping juices, until unable to manipulate herself, she pressed her sass as hard as she could against Hanna 's swollen brim alongside her flexing fingers and began to suck at the pat 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 finger's breadth costless of Hanna 's puss with an hearable 'plop'sound. But she was ineffectual to propel her head away. Hanna 's fingers had dug into Willy 's hairsbreadth, keeping her grimace prisoner between her heaving thigh.
Finally, totally spent, Hanna, reclined on the kitchen floor. Still gasping, she released her jailed. While caressing her shoulders and playing with an available ear, she groaned to the still kneeling Willy, `` Boy, do you ever get it on how to cure a hang-over ! ``
calendar week and weeks later, at the place, Willy was sitting in a toilet stall, as she listened to the two adult female who were chatting while putting on their war paint in front of the mirror of the ladies change room.
'' So, what do you intend of the new girl ? '' one asked the other.
'' I sneaked a flavour through her Indian file when she transferred in from New York. She seems to be a good cop, '' was the reply.
'' So what 's the juice then ? severalise me all, '' the first woman demanded.
'' She 's divorced ; no kids ; been in three New York precinct houses since she left the law academy. She also has two commendations - one for bravery, one for deservingness. Her previous sea captain in New York recommended her for sergeant-at-law, but she was passed over because she had marital problem, then she asked to be transferred here to Vegas. ``
'' Marital problem, huh ? So she screws around ? ``
'' Ca n't say - that role is n't in her jacket. ``
'' So what is in the jacket ? ``
'' Well, she did see a shrink, but it did n't suffer 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 middling cockeyed with the chief 's daughter. ``
'' Who, Chilly-Willy ? ``
'' Uh-huh, the ice princess. ``
'' Wooo ! Sounds like serious lesbo action. ``
'' Oh come on now ! All Chilly-Willy ever does is workplace. I bet she ca n't remember who last touched her puss. ``
'' Oh ? Why is her fancy English car in front of Fields'berth every nighttime for the net two months then, huh ? ``
'' So Chilly-Willy bought a strap-on and they 're doing it, Big deal ! ``
'' Come on, let 's get out there, and keep open the world. ``
Willy heard the two comment 's stride moving away and the door of the woman 's convenience opening.
Willy stood, flushed the bowl, smoothed down her skirt and opened the stall threshold. After washing her hands, she exited the washroom, and followed the two female consistent officer towards the tariff desk.
She approached the desk sergeant, 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 see up, the balding overweight sergeant grunted something and jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the police squad room room access behind him, and continued to contemplate the papers in front of him.
Willy walked into the team room and found Hanna at a desk, completing every cop 's worst nightmare - the paperwork that follows an arrest.
Hanna looked up and flashed a wide smiling, her luminous blue oculus lighting up. `` Hi, Willy. I 'm just about done. Gim me five minutes, OK ? I just need to wind up this, '' she said, pointing to the news 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 study by signing it with a flourish.
'' All right then, '' Hanna said, `` Let 's throw this to the D.S., then gim me a second to shift into civvies, and we 're outta here. ``
Hanna opened a desk draftsman, took out and holstered her duty pistol, rose, and headed for the door, followed by Willy.
The white heating of the desert almost overwhelmed them as they stepped down from the stairs of the police place, into the sunlight. Almost simultaneously both woman reached instinctively for their sunglasses. Hanna 's were the mirrored Ray-bans `` aeronaut '' that hid her wide of the mark expressive low-spirited eyes. Willy 's were the less concealing Gucci wrap-around, that shaded her Best feature, her lambent green eyes, and framed her Greco-Roman cheekbones.
The two young woman walked side 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 inches, had a body that turned top dog wherever she went. Her normally below the shoulder length born blonde tomentum was pulled back, severely in a `` pony-tail ''. She 'd slipped into a livid diaphragm tank-top, which displayed her monotonic stomach and cute belly button and showed her lush 36C breast to their in force advantage. The faded Levi denims she 'd put on await as though they were bought a size too modest and had shrunk in the wash.
In contrast, Willy 's inadequate, unruly dark hair's-breadth was brushed carelessly back off her forehead. childlike slight gold hoop pierced the lobes of her pinna. A fashion designer label crème blouse accentuated her articulatio humeri without the aid of shoulder-pads ; three of its release were open at her neck opening, displaying the outline of a pair of 32B cup titty, without flaunting any inadequateness. Her narrow waist was cinched with a wide western sandwich leather belt and Navaho belt buckle. A greyish-green skirt ended just above her knee, giving people who bothered to look a coup d'oeil of well-developed thighs, calves and delicate ankles. Both women wore well-off, though unfashionable, running shoes.
As they reached Willy 's '63 racing-green E-type Jaguar, Willy unlocked the passenger door and held it open for Hanna, before moving to the driver 's door and slipping behind the cycle. She moved the car into the later good afternoon traffic, heading towards Hanna 's sign of the zodiac.
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. `` closure there, '' she pointed to a vacant parking pip in front of a well known sex shop. `` Lets get one there, '' she demanded mischievously.
Willy guided the Jag into the parking place, locking the threshold after they had exited.
They walked into the large sex workshop, deal in hand. A Goth-like salesclerk complete with picket make-up, darkened oculus, dreary dark-gray dress, blackened whisker, spiked bracelets and taking into custody, 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 salesclerk nodded knowingly, `` Any particular mannikin or sizing ? '' 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 paries, whose shelves were loaded with dozens of motley of dongs and strap-ons.
Hanna giggled, `` Holy jack, there 's hundred ! ``
Willy whispered, `` You choose. You 're going to be on the incur end. ``
Hanna and Willy walked along the isle, picking up assorted mannikin, reading the deions or advertising that was printed on the packaging aloud to one and other. Finally, Hanna held up an 8-inch fashion model she had taken off the shelf, and brazenly asked the bored clerk, `` What 's this one like ? ``
'' Ah, '' said the churl girl shop clerk, sagely. `` respectable choice. It comes complete with a harness and batteries. It has a vibrating, molded head, sculpted light beam and has some really neat add-on. ``
'' OK, `` said Willy. `` We 'll aim it. ``
The two charwoman 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 threatening. Amid pinch peeks and a lot of giggling, they arrived at Hanna 's suburban Las Lope Felix de Vega Carpio home.
Once inside, they fell into each early 's weapon system on the sofa, in the session room. Hanna 's arms snaked around Willy 's waist, unbuckling the belt and tugging at the skirt. Willy kissed Hanna, her spit flicking at Hanna 's tooth and her lips sucking Hanna 's tongue. Furiously they tugged each other 's wearable off until they both sat amid pot of discarded clothing.
Willy 's mouth sucked lightly on Hanna 's neck, her wet warm tongue caressing the lenient skin, her work force caressed Hanna 's waiting breasts. Teasing her mammilla with her decoration, she took the now backbreaking nipples between quarter round 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 thigh had spread themselves as wide apart as possible and her back arched, inviting her lover to take her. Slowly, teasingly slow down, Willy moved her head down across Hanna 's articulatio humeri, then she dragged her natural language down the valley between Hanna 's breasts, across her belly. She stopped briefly to explore and examine Hanna 's belly release with her natural language before heading down lower through the Hanna 's course curly pubic hairs until she found the treasure she so desperately sought.
Willy 's sass enveloped Hanna 's plump twat. She sucked hard, drawing the wet warmness of Hanna 's rim into her mouth, her tongue pressed into Hanna like a bantam member, its tip delving into the puss. She pressed her nose grueling against Hanna 's clit, and began to shake her head from side to side, pressing and squishing Hanna 's englut clit against her pelvis, at the Saami time making sucking noises as she slurped the lubricant Hanna 's snatch had begun to produce, just for her.
Hanna gasped, arching her vertebral column further, thighs twitching faster and faster as Willy 's nose ground and squished her now super-sensitive clitoris. An electrical tickling began to boom from the stand of her spine, tiny fit of double-dyed pleasance flowed upward from her second joint. She screwed her middle tightly shut in concentration, her breathing becoming ragged grunts.
Willy continued to establish slurpy noises as she sucked at the succus that flowed freely from Hanna 's pussycat. With her drumhead buried in Hanna 's lap, Willy could feel the warm brawniness in Hanna 's thighs contract with the building of an orgasm. Hanna 's knee joint finally locked, her thighs pressing hard against Willy 's pinna, her fingers digging into her curtly hair's-breadth, pressing her face deeper into her lap, the electrical waves of pleasure overtaking all sense of decorum.
Hanna began to fink, `` 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 enraptured shuddering that took her breath away.
As her breathing slowly returned to pattern, 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 oral sex and licking her fingers like a cat laps at a bowl of ointment. `` Relax. We 've got all eventide to toy. We 'll use the strap-on after dinner party. ``
'' Then I guess we 've become lesbians, Willy, '' Hanna answered.
Willy nodded. `` Yes, my darling female child. I guess we have. '' She signaled her joy with a blissful smile .