Willy was a cop, daughter of a cop, a baby to cops and cousin to many cops. A few months before her thirty-sixth natal day, she was slim, standing five foot nine with the wide shoulders, flattish chest, and slim hips with the incredibly powerful second joint of a natator. She loved urine, and still drown when she got the chance. She had short unruly dark hair that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable feature were her eyes. They were large ; the colours of a misty sea, sometimes gray, changing to jade green, depending on her mood. With classic cheekbones, a beautiful cheek, melt off 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 hound and halter-tops, long wigs, padded bra and scads of make up ; it was not something she overly enjoyed. Being a detective, she loved, solving enigmatic looting, catching `` scam-artists '', that flocked to Vegas, getting them `` off the street ''. This was her biography. She enjoyed most other vista of her calling, as a repose officer, the comradeship, the sentience she was making a remainder. Like most cops, she hated the requirement paperwork and interminable homage coming into court that went alongside any collar. In addition, 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 bosom blemish, simply put, it beat ten to fifteen beats a minute slower than average. nitty-gritty specialists had no curative for the shortcoming. The slower heart rate had given her a strong phlegmatic outlook on life that even her failed wedlock and divorce could not shake.

Willy was late. The traffic on the freeway was light, almost non-existent, so she pressed the gas just a picayune harder. The 1963 Jaguar E-type was her only extravagance. It had cost her a fortune to rebuild from the hulk she had discovered at an car graveyard in the desert just outside of the city. The Twin Falls chromed exhaust fumes gaiter and growled as the silky car shot forward at a greater pace. The monthly backyard family barbeque at her parent 's star sign, with her brother and full cousin was something she hated to miss.

She had restored the British sports car herself ; her sidekick and dad worn-out countless hour helping her to play it, to the point it had first been driven off the factory lot in Coventry England XL odd days ago. The paintwork gleamed British Racing Green. Each part of chrome had been re-chromed and burnished until they shone. The Engine and running gear had been sent back to the ostracism manufacturing plant where it had been blueprinted and retooled to accept the higher octane, lead-free gasoline of the time, rather than the leaded pollutant it had originally been created to run on. The leather of the Interior was buttercup brown, an exact duplicate of the later '80 mannequin, with flaccid as a glove the well-to-do bucket seats that enveloped the soul sitting in them. The dashboard and steering bicycle had gone to a panther specialist in California, the walnut refurbished, calibre replaced, and the leather re-stitched so that it appeared new and unblemished.

Her concentration was shattered by the kick of a Delilah behind her, the red and white revolving lightness on the patrol car lit up behind her, stabbed her center in the rear-view mirror and she lifted off the gas and coasted to a closure on the shoulder of the road.

The cop who exited from the cruiser looked like a poster-girl for female copper everywhere. Willy estimated her to be about five understructure ten inches. She filled the khaki uniform, as if she had been poured into it. There was not a unmarried wrinkle in the starched khaki uniform, which she could see. The basket-weaved double-clasped `` Sam Brown '' leather belt around her clip waist slanted down on her entrust incline, and supported a holstered semi machinelike side arm and pouches for spare ammunition and regulation cuff. Her blonde hair was tied back, as per the regulations, in a ponytail, that flowed out of the vertebral column of her baseball cap. Mirrored `` aviator '' Raybans hid and shielded her eyes from the desert glower, making it hard to estimate her age.

'' I clocked you at seventy six miles per minute, Ma'am. The speed limit posted for this discussion section of the freeway is lv. May I see your license and proof of readjustment please ? ``

Willy fished in her purse and withdrew her pocketbook and handed it to the officer, Au badge spread out, identifying herself as a buster peace police officer. `` Hi '', she greeted, `` Willy Smits, subway system agency, `` she said brightly.

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

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

'' The speed I clocked you at is above the level I can issue you a speeding slate for. Regulation 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular traffic on main road of Silver State province clearly State that when a fomite is measured doing a speed in overindulgence of twenty international nautical mile per hour over the posted speed limit, it be impounded and that a summons be issued to the driver for a lawcourt eccentric. I have to attach this vehicle, and publish you a sanction to come out in court, investigator Smits. Will you step out of the vehicle please ? I will radio for a tow-truck to guide your vehicle to impound. Do you want to touch anyone for alternative rapture, or shall I drive you to the approximate bus station ? Perhaps you would opt 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 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 fountainhead resigned to the fact that the policewoman was serious. She dug into her purse and pulled out her cellular 'phone, while unbuckling her safety belt. She pulled herself out of the keister and stood beside her dear Jaguar. 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 belated and that the Warren Burger are on the barbeque. Can I speak 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 land mile from you ? No, no, the car is fine, in fact your dealings patrolwoman, um ... '' she squinted at the gold badge above the khaki uniform air pocket, `` officeholder Fields, has just impounded it and is going to have it towed. Yes, okay Dad, hold on. ''

Willy handed the cellular phone to the blonde police matron. '' Its Deputy-Chief John the Evangelist Smits. He would wish a Word with you. ``

Hanna force field took the offered phone and spoke. `` Hello this is officer arena, Deputy-Chief. Yes sir, but ... but I have followed the correct operation in this caseful. I clocked the vehicle at seventy-six geographical mile per hour. Yes sir, foreman. I understand. Thank you sir. '' She flushed as she handed the Motorola back to Willy.

'' You are discharge to go officer Smits. My apologies for detaining you. '' She turned, stalked to her patrol car with as much lordliness as she could muster, climbed in, revved the motor and proceeded, with a squeal of caoutchouc, to hold an illegal U-turn over the painted median and drumhead 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 chum, most of her cousins, as well as many other relatives were on the force. The fun of the occasion was not lost on her family unit. Her dad admonished her for the earpiece outcry 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 biz of family touch football, Willy turned to her Father-God. `` Dad, can you get me Hanna landing field'domicile address ? '' She handed him her cellular telephone. Her dad punched in his federal agency routine and spoke to the clerk on duty. He wrote the address on a sheet of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.

evenfall became evening as the various syndicate members began packing up and her parent 's driveway and straw man yard no longer resembled a parking lot. Willy headed back towards the city, at the put up focal ratio limit point. She made a short stop at an all hours liquor depot, and the florist alongside it. The Jaguar coasted to a stop outside a small home in a middle-income sphere of the city. The garden was sparsely populated. A bloodless Honda still displaying New York plates was parked in the driveway. Tall unmowed grass showed that the resident spent picayune time `` smelling the flowers ''.

Willy stepped up and knocked on the presence room access, 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 china blueing. She was dressed in a pair of cutoff dungaree and cotton T-shirt with the red apple logo for New York emblazoned on the front. Her bare toes coated with coral cop varnish peeked up at Willy, giving the trick of vulnerability.

Willy offered the blonde 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 arrangement. This is my start week on the job here. I have been the butt of so many jape from everybody in the section since I got here. I thought you were just another part of my institution, '' she said grinning. Your sarcastic lil wave as I drove off .... ugh ! '' she grunted.

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

'' Let me happen a vase and put these in some pee. appear in that box. '' She pointed to an unopened box near the chair Willy was sitting on. You should find an unfastener and glasses in there, probably near the bottom. ''

Hanna rummaged through a half hollow carton, and extracted a simple glass vase for the roses. 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 open the wine-colored. Hanna returned, arranging the rosiness in the vase as she walked. She placed the flush on top of the TV set and settled onto the chesterfield across from the chairperson Willy was sitting on. Willy reached over and handed Hanna a meth of wine, then holding up her glass in a goner. `` To you, Hanna, a new beginning and my humble apologies for abusing the system. ``

They drank in silence.

'' Do you like music ? '' Hanna asked, pointing to an expensive-looking black-faced stereo and vast box speakers. It 's all I managed to scavenge from my divorcement. '' She slipped onto the base in front of the stereo and selected a CD from a deal alongside the unit.

Soon melodic phrase of `` green goddess rings in the shadow '' filled the way. `` I love his slow up sensual rhythm, '' she said.

They sipped their wine and listened to the music, Hanna sitting cross legged in front of the stereo system and Willy on the chairperson next to her. Their interpersonal ice began to thaw and they began to discuss their careers - the job, the city, crime and their lives. The level of wine slowly dropped until the last drop was deposited into Hanna 's glass. Hanna shrugged herself up onto her feet and weaved her way back into the kitchen. She returned with another three quartern filled bottle of wine she 'd retrieved from the fridge.

The tier of the second bottle dropped steadily until it too was empty. By this metre both missy were more than a small tipsy and they had begun telling each other minuscule enigma about their past. Hanna had admitted to Willy that she had not had sex with anybody since she had begun divorcement proceedings from her ex a New House of York attorney who had `` gotten it all, 'ceptin this goddam stereo '', in the divorce settlement, six month ago. She had moved to 'Vegas to commence again, she was twenty nine. So far she had n't found anyone interesting plenty to conceive a bed partner.

Willy admitted that she had n't had sex with anyone since she ended the relationship with her ex-husband ten age ago. Her trouble was, because of her slow heartbeat, she 'd never achieved an orgasm during intercourse with her husband or any man for that issue. The only way she could orgasm, was through lengthy sessions of onanism, which left her emotionally and physically drained. Some mornings after `` pleasuring herself '' she was so sore `` down there '' it hardly seemed deserving the effort. Her sobriquet in the section was `` Chilly-Willy '' because it seemed that she had no interest in any of her male colleagues.

Willy rose unsteadily to her ft, peering at her picket. `` I really should be getting home, '' she said. `` I have to be on responsibility in short over five hours."

'' You ca n't drive in that stipulation, '' Hanna said, looking very official while sprawling barefoot on the storey in front 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 feet, and walked to Willy who still was rummaging through her handbag for the headstone. `` You can not drive rummy, Willy. If you want, you can rest the nighttime. '' She pointed at the chesterfield. `` You can drop the Night on my lounge, or you can sleep in the bedroom. It 's a big bed and I 'm sure we 're both too drunk to slang around. ``

Hanna led Willy to the bedroom. `` I 'll set the warning signal for six. That gives you time to force home, rain shower and put on neat 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 scanty, adjacent 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 warmly desert sunshine into the darken sleeping accommodation, while the two fair sex slumbered in each other 's arms. Willy 's head nestled on Hanna 's shoulder, and Hanna had her arms wrapped around Willy, each hired man resting on the taller female child 's chest. Willy 's tit had minds of their own and were throbbingly erect, thrusting into her palms. Unconsciously, Hanna bent-grass downwards and kissed Willy 's neck.

Instantly both girls were awake !

Their eyes flew open as they hastily disengaged from each other. Hanna rolled off the bed. `` I 'll get coffee. You 'll possess prison term to get domicile and get ready for work, '' she said, peering at Willy still sprawled on the bed. She could n't blob out the stunner of Willy 's eyes as the taller female child looked up at her, almost flaunting her taunt dark, strong nipples. She could still experience them pushing into her palms, that, and the warmth that Willy 's eubstance had radiated.

With that, still clad only in her panties, she turned and walked to the kitchen and began rustling the burnt umber 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 warmheartedness throbbing. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, `` Here goes nothing. '' She snaked both her blazonry under Hanna 's weapon and then upward, her affectionate manus reaching up and encompassing Hanna 's large affectionate breast. She flattened herself against Hanna 's bare back, her own engorged mammilla pressing into Hanna 's anatomy. 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 woman. `` What if Hanna starts screaming ? cull my approach ? jest at me ? There are endless opening of affair that 'll go wrong ! '' All these persuasion flashed through Willy 's mind as she committed herself and body to this beautiful woman.

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

When Willy 's hands enveloped her breasts, and she molded herself to her back, Hanna 's teat responded instantly to the touch, warming and hardening, their areolae contracting as the nipples enlarged themselves and became rock severe, pressing themselves back into Willy 's palms. Willy 's mouth touched the sonant silklike scruff of Hanna 's neck through her tussle blond tomentum. piano brim kissed her, then Willy 's spit began lapping where she had just been kissed. It sent bantam tingles of pure ecstasy down Hanna 's acantha. Automatically, oestrus and wet began seeping between her legs.

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

'' Neither have I, '' Hanna panted, her hands covered Willy 's, guiding her finger and decoration as she pressed her chest into those warm loving hands. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy 's crotch, feeling the fondness radiating there. Wanting Sir Thomas More, she released one of Willy 's hands and slid her helping hand into her scanty. She slipped her forefinger over her clit, feeling it swell until she was sure it was at least three sentence its normal size ! `` It must be at least an column 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 satiate clitoris. Willy 's fingers touched and circled her clit. This blue-blooded touch overwhelmed Hanna. Her knees began to shake, her thighs trembled, an electrical tickle began deep in her paunch, and her breathing place became puff. Letting everything go, she grabbed the kitchen counter to keep standing. She arched her back as the number 1 orgasm rocked her. She had always been warm to reach orgasm, but these last twenty second gear were a new world record. It did n't end with the first wave, Willy 's fingers entered her, and, achingly behind, two fingerbreadth penised their way into her lovesome wetness. The gush of her juice surprised her, her body responded to the invasive fingers like aught that she 'd ever experienced before.

Unable to keep herself erect, Hanna slid to the kitchen level. Holding her thighs almost unnaturally wide, she lewdly pumped her pussy up onto Willy 's rigid fingers her breath had become grunts of pure delight. Her back arched off the floor, and her eyes screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy 's wet warm mouth and tongue on her pussy ! The feel of her face, her indulgent impudence, pressed in between her thighs was amazing. As her fingerbreadth flew into Willy 's hair, her whole consistence gave one mighty shudder and began delivering the most mind-blowing coming she 'd ever experienced.

Willy was spirit on giving Hanna whatever she wanted. She 'd followed her to the floor. The experience of her own frustration during her masturbation Sessions gave her insight. She used every trick her own eubstance had taught her to afford Hanna an sexual climax. Hanna 's trunk began to spasm rhythmically, her pussy enveloped her probing digit. liquid state, spongy sounds gushed - sweet smelling lubricant emerged that pooled in Hanna 's blonde roll, and began running in run down her thighs, Willy 's sensuality was now officially in overdrive. She lowered her face to fulfill the thrusts of Hanna 's pelvis, her tongue tentatively tasting at the escaping juices, until unable to control herself, she pressed her mouth as hard as she could against Hanna 's swollen sassing alongside her flexing fingers and began to suck at the slick warm liquid Hanna 's pussy was creating just for her.

Hanna 's squeal as her climax overtook her frightened Willy and instinctively she stopped, pulling her finger dislodge of Hanna 's snatch with an audible 'plop'speech sound. But she was ineffective to move her head away. Hanna 's digit had dug into Willy 's pilus, keeping her face captive between her heaving thighs.

Finally, totally spent, Hanna, reclined on the kitchen storey. Still gasping, she released her captive. While caressing her shoulders and playing with an useable ear, she groaned to the still kneeling Willy, `` Boy, do you ever have a go at it how to cure a hang-over ! ``

Weeks and weeks later, at the station, Willy was sitting in a privy stalling, as she listened to the two women who were chatting while putting on their war paint in front man of the mirror of the lady change room.

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

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

'' So what 's the juice then ? Tell me all, '' the initiative woman 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 bravery, one for merit. Her previous police captain in New House of York recommended her for sergeant-at-law, but she was passed over because she had married job, then she asked to be transferred here to Vega. ``

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

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

'' So what is in the jacket ? ``

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

'' Is that all ? ``

'' Pretty a lot. ``

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

'' What ? ``

'' I hear she 's pretty taut with the headman 's daughter. ``

'' Who, Chilly-Willy ? ``

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

'' Wooo ! Sounds like unplayful lesbo action. ``

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

'' Oh ? Why is her project English language car in straw man of field of operations'place every night for the shoemaker's last 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 save the world. ``

Willy heard the two gossiper 's footfall moving away and the door of the woman 's restroom opening.

Willy stood, flushed the bowling ball, smoothed down her chick and opened the kiosk door. After washing her hands, she exited the washroom, and followed the two female uniform policeman towards the duty desk.

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

Not bothering to look up, the balding overweight sergeant grunted something and jerked his ovolo over his shoulder at the squad room door behind him, and continued to meditate the paper in straw man of him.

Willy walked into the squad elbow 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 panoptic smile, her luminous blue air eyes lighting up. `` Hi, Willy. I 'm just about done. Gim me five minutes, 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 theme by signing it with a flourish.

'' All right then, '' Hanna said, `` Let 's yield this to the D.S., then gim me a second to alter into civies, and we 're outta here. ``

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

The white heat of the desert almost overwhelmed them as they stepped down from the stair of the constabulary station, into the sunlight. Almost simultaneously both womanhood reached instinctively for their dark glasses. Hanna 's were the mirrored Ray-bans `` Aviator '' that hid her extensive expressive risque center. Willy 's were the less concealing Gucci wrap-around, that shaded her near feature of speech, her lucent greens eye, and framed her classic cheekbones.

The two girls walked slope by position along the sidewalk, their script `` almost '' touching. They made a contrasting couple. Hanna at five-eleven, the taller of the two by two inches, had a body that turned heads wherever she went. Her normally below the berm length natural blonde hair was pulled back, severely in a `` pony-tail ''. She 'd slipped into a white midriff tank-top, which displayed her flat breadbasket and cute belly release and showed her lush 36C titty to their best vantage. The faded St. Matthew the Apostle denims she 'd put on looked as though they were bought a size too small and had shrunk in the wash.

In contrast, Willy 's suddenly, unruly saturnine haircloth was brushed carelessly back off her os frontale. simple-minded footling atomic number 79 hoops pierced the lobes of her pinna. A architect label crème blouse accentuated her articulatio humeri without the aid of shoulder-pads ; three of its release were open at her neck, displaying the outline of a dyad of 32B cup breasts, without flaunting any inadequacy. Her specialize waist was cinched with a wide western leather bash and Navajo belt warp. A grayish-green doll ended just above her knee, giving people who bothered to look a glance of well-developed thigh, calf and delicate ankles. Both women wore comfortable, though unstylish, running shoes.

As they reached Willy 's '63 racing-green E-type Felis onca, Willy unlocked the rider door and held it heart-to-heart for Hanna, before moving to the device driver 's door and slipping behind the roulette wheel. She moved the car into the later 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 lesbian, '' Willy remonstrated.

'' No we 're not, but we can get a strap-on, '' Hanna responded. `` hitch there, '' she pointed to a vacant parking fleck 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 doors after they had exited.

They walked into the large sex shop, hired hand in hand. A Goth-like clerk all over with pallid make-up, darkened centre, drab dark-grey dress, blackened hair, spiked watchband and collar, disengaged herself from a co-worker and the magazine they were avidly reading. `` Can I help you gentlewoman ? '' she asked.

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

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

This prison term 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 shelves were laden with twelve of mixture of dongs and strap-ons.

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

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 early. Finally, Hanna held up an 8-inch role model she had taken off the ledge, and brazenly asked the bored clerk, `` What 's this one like ? ``

'' Ah, '' said the Goth girl clerk, sagely. `` soundly alternative. It comes make out with a harness and barrage fire. It has a vibrating, molded chief, sculpted shot and has some really neat add-on. ``

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

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

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

Once inside, they fell into each former 's arms on the sofa, in the sitting room. Hanna 's arms snaked around Willy 's waist, unbuckling the belt and tugging at the wench. Willy kissed Hanna, her spit flicking at Hanna 's tooth and her backtalk sucking Hanna 's glossa. Furiously they tugged each other 's article of clothing off until they both sat amid piles of discarded clothing.

Willy 's mouth sucked lightly on Hanna 's neck, her wet lovesome lingua caressing the piano skin, her hands caressed Hanna 's waiting knocker. Teasing her nipples with her laurel wreath, she took the now lumbering mamilla between thumb and index and pulled and pinched the nubbins until they glowed like ripe strawberries, their ring of color shrinking as they crinkled.

Hanna had begun to puff. Instinctively her thighs had spread themselves as all-embracing apart as possible and her back arched, inviting her lover to consume her. Slowly, teasingly slow, Willy moved her head down across Hanna 's shoulder, then she dragged her knife down the vale between Hanna 's breasts, across her stomach. She stopped briefly to search and probe Hanna 's belly release with her knife before heading down lower through the Hanna 's course curly pubic hairs until she found the treasure she so desperately sought.

Willy 's backtalk enveloped Hanna 's plump pussy. She sucked hard, drawing the wet warmth of Hanna 's lips into her mouth, her clapper pressed into Hanna like a tiny penis, its tip delving into the cunt. She pressed her nose hard against Hanna 's clitoris, and began to shake her caput from side of meat to side, pressing and squishing Hanna 's engorged clit against her renal pelvis, at the same time making sucking interference as she slurped the lubricant Hanna 's pussy had begun to bring on, just for her.

Hanna gasped, arching her back further, thighs twitching faster and faster as Willy 's scent priming coat and squished her now super-sensitive clit. An electric tickle began to expand from the theme of her spine, diminutive flare-up of pure pleasure flowed upward from her thighs. She screwed her heart tightly shut in concentration, her breathing becoming ragged grunts.

Willy continued to make slurpy noises as she sucked at the succus that flowed freely from Hanna 's kitty-cat. With her principal buried in Hanna 's lap, Willy could experience the warm muscular tissue in Hanna 's thighs contract with the construction of an orgasm. Hanna 's articulatio genus finally locked, her second joint pressing hard against Willy 's ears, her fingers digging into her abruptly tomentum, pressing her font deeper into her lap, the electric wafture of pleasance overtaking all sensory faculty of decorousness.

Hanna began to squeal, `` I love you, I love you, I love you, Willy, please, please, '' followed by a net long drawn out `` Yessssssssssssssss, '' as the sexual climax rocked her deep inside her belly and exploded with an ecstatic shuddering that took her breath away.

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

'' I love you too, my babe missy, '' Willy answered, lifting her head and licking her fingers like a cat circuit at a sports stadium of cream. `` Relax. We 've got all eve 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 .