Willy was a cop, daughter of a cop, a sister to cops and cousin to many cops. A few months before her thirty-sixth birthday, she was slim, standing five foot nine with the blanket articulatio humeri, flattish dresser, and slim hips with the incredibly powerful thigh of a swimmer. She loved water, and still swam when she got the chance. She had inadequate unruly dark hair that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable feature of speech were her oculus. They were large ; the colors of a misty sea, sometimes gray, changing to jade green, depending on her mood. With Graeco-Roman jugal bone, a beautiful side, thin 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 heels and halter-tops, long wigging, padded bra and ton of make up ; it was not something she overly enjoyed. Being a police detective, she loved, solving enigmatic robbery, catching `` scam-artists '', that flocked to Vegas, getting them `` off the street ''. This was her life. She enjoyed most early panorama of her career, as a peace policeman, the camaraderie, the sense she was making a difference. Like about pig, she hated the necessary paperwork and endless court appearances that went alongside any arrest. In increase, she shot `` Sniper '' with her tradition Winchester 30.06 and was a fellow member of the esteemed S.W.A.T.

She had been born with a heart defect, simply put, it beat ten to fifteen pulsation a minute deadening than norm. Heart specialist had no cure for the defect. The slower kernel rate had given her a solid phlegmatic outlook on life that even her miscarry man and wife and divorce could not shake.

Willy was late. The traffic on the freeway was Inner 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 fortune to rebuild from the heavyweight she had discovered at an motorcar graveyard in the desert just outside of the urban center. The counterpart chromed exhaust system fuss and growled as the sleek car shot forward at a large pace. The monthly backyard family barbeque at her parent 's theater, with her blood brother and cousin was something she hated to miss.

She had restored the British sportswoman car herself ; her chum and dad spent countless hours helping her to recreate it, to the point it had first been driven off the factory lot in Coventry England forty odd years ago. The paintwork gleamed British Racing William Green. Each piece of chrome had been re-chromed and burnished until they shone. The locomotive and running gear mechanism had been sent back to the Coventry mill where it had been blueprinted and retooled to consent the in high spirits octane, nonleaded gasoline of the time, rather than the guide pollutant it had originally been created to run on. The leather of the Interior Department was butterflower brown, an exact duplicate of the later '80 models, with voiced as a baseball glove the prosperous bucketful seats that enveloped the person sitting in them. The splashboard and steering bike had gone to a Jaguar medical specialist in California, the walnut tree refurbished, standard of measurement replaced, and the leather re-stitched so that it appeared new and unblemished.

Her engrossment was shattered by the gripe of a siren behind her, the red and ovalbumin revolving lights on the cruiser lit up behind her, stabbed her middle in the rear-view mirror and she lifted off the gas and coasted to a hitch on the articulatio humeri of the road.

The cop who exited from the prowl car looked like a poster-girl for female cop everywhere. Willy estimated her to be about five foot ten inches. She filled the khaki uniform, as if she had been poured into it. There was not a single crinkle in the starched khaki uniform, which she could see. The basket-weaved double-clasped `` Sam Brown '' leather knock around her tailored waist slanted down on her lead side, and supported a holstered semi automatic rifle side arm and pouches for spare ammo and regulating handcuffs. Her blond hair was tied back, as per the rule, in a ponytail, that flowed out of the backrest of her baseball cap. Mirrored `` aviator '' Raybans hid and shielded her eyes from the desert glare, making it hard to judge her age.

'' I clocked you at LXX six miles per time of day, ma'am. The pep pill terminus ad quem posted for this section of the expressway is fifty-five. May I see your license and proof of registration please ? ``

Willy fished in her purse and withdrew her wallet and handed it to the policeman, gold badge open up, identifying herself as a fellow peace military officer. `` Hi '', she greeted, `` Willy Smits, tube office, `` she said brightly.

The cop looked at the offered badge, handed it back to Willy. `` License and proof of possession, delight, 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 officious woman, along with her credit card drivers license card.

'' The pep pill I clocked you at is above the level I can issue you a speeding tag for. Regulation 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular traffic on main road of NV state clearly states that when a vehicle is measured doing a speed in excess of twenty dollar bill miles per time of day over the posted speed limit, it be impounded and that a summons be issued to the driver for a tribunal subject. I have to sequester this vehicle, and issue you a warrant to seem in court, investigator Smits. Will you step out of the vehicle please ? I will radio for a tow-truck to read your vehicle to impound. Do you need to get through anyone for alternating transport, or shall I drive you to the nearest bus station ? 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 petty professional courtesy ? '' She asked.

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

Willy shook her headland resigned to the fact that the policewoman was life-threatening. She dug into her handbag 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 push button of her 'phone, and waited till the party she called reply. `` Hi Mom, is Dad there ? Yah, yah, I know everybody is there. I know I 'm belatedly and that the hamburger are on the barbeque. Can I address to Dad please ? ``

She waited, holding the telephone set to her ear. After a few seconds her dad came the headphone. `` Hi Dad, can you fetch me ? I 'm on main road thirty five about five air mile from you ? No, no, the car is fine, in fact your traffic patrolwoman, um ... '' she squinted at the gold badge above the khaki uniform pocket, `` Officer sphere, has just impounded it and is going to have it towed. Yes, all right Dad, hold on. ''

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

Hanna Fields took the offered phone and wheel spoke. `` Hello this is ship's officer Fields, Deputy-Chief. Yes sir, but ... but I have followed the correct process in this case. I clocked the vehicle at seventy-six miles per minute. Yes sir, Chief. I understand. Thank you sir. '' She flushed as she handed the Motorola back to Willy.

'' You are disembarrass to go police officer Smits. My apologies for detaining you. '' She turned, stalked to her patrol car with as much dignity as she could rally, climbed in, revved the motor and proceeded, with a squeal of rubber, to establish an illegal U-turn over the particoloured median and question 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 class barbeque.

Her dad and blood brother, most of her cousins, as well as many other congener were on the force. The gaiety of the social function was not lost on her family. Her dad admonished her for the phone call while her Brother teased her all afternoon. Chilly-Willy became Leadfoot and Speed-demon.

As the afternoon slowly descended into ahead of time eve, and the barbeque transformed into a secret plan of family touch football, Willy turned to her forefather. `` Dad, can you get me Hanna field of battle'house address ? '' She handed him her cell. Her dad punched in his office figure and spoke to the clerk on duty. He wrote the address on a weather sheet of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.

gloam became evening as the assorted home members began packing up and her parent 's private road and front yard no longer resembled a parking lot. Willy headed back towards the metropolis, at the posted speed bound. She made a short period at an all time of day liquor shop, and the florist alongside it. The Felis onca coasted to a stop outside a small rest home in a middle-income surface area of the urban center. The garden was sparsely populated. A white Honda still displaying New York home was parked in the driveway. Tall unmowed supergrass showed that the occupant spent little time `` smelling the flowers ''.

Willy stepped up and knocked on the front door, holding the bunch of red roses in front of her. Hanna was no longer in her uniform when she answered the doorway, Willy noted that Hanna 's center were china amobarbital sodium. She was dressed in a pair of cutoff jeans and cotton fiber tee shirt with the red orchard apple tree logo for New York emblazoned on the straw man. Her bare toes coated with coral nail varnish peeked up at Willy, giving the thaumaturgy of vulnerability.

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

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

'' I really am lamentable, Hanna. I can call in you Hanna, ca n't I ? '' Willy asked.

Hanna shrugged as she answered, `` I guess, although it still does n't throw it right, thought. You abused the organisation. This is my start week on the job here. I have been the butt of so many jocularity from everybody in the department since I got here. I thought you were just another role of my initiation, '' she said grinning. Your sarcastic lil waving as I drove off .... ugh ! '' she grunted.

Willy followed her into the sitting room. Cardboard boxful were strewn unattended on the floor, some still unopened. It was obvious that Hanna had not gotten unpack yet. She handed Hanna the roses and wine.

'' Let me find oneself a vase and put these in some water system. Look in that box. '' She pointed to an unopened box near the chair Willy was sitting on. You should find an undoer and glasses in there, probably near the bottom. ''

Hanna rummaged through a half empty carton, and extracted a simple spyglass vase for the rose wine. She walked through a door to the kitchen. Willy could get wind her filling the vase from the faucet.

Willy found the glasses and untier in the box, and proceeded to open the wine. Hanna returned, arranging the pink wine in the vase as she walked. She placed the flush on top of the TV set and settled onto the Chesterfield across from the chairman Willy was sitting on. Willy reached over and handed Hanna a crank of wine-colored, then holding up her glass in a toast. `` To you, Hanna, a new beginning and my humble excuse for abusing the organization. ``

They drank in silence.

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

Soon melodic phrase of `` pot ringing in the dark '' filled the way. `` I love his slow carnal regular recurrence, '' she said.

They sipped their wine and listened to the euphony, Hanna sitting mark legged in front of the stereo and Willy on the chair next to her. Their interpersonal ice began to dissolve and they began to talk over their careers - the job, the city, crime and their lives. The story of wine-colored slowly dropped until the last drop was deposited into Hanna 's methamphetamine hydrochloride. Hanna shrugged herself up onto her feet and weaved her way back into the kitchen. She returned with another three quartern filled bottle of vino she 'd retrieved from the fridge.

The point of the 2d bottle dropped steadily until it too was empty. By this time both girls were more than a little tipsy and they had begun telling each other piffling secrets about their pasts. Hanna had admitted to Willy that she had not had sex with anybody since she had begun divorce proceedings from her ex-husband a New York attorney who had `` gotten it all, 'ceptin this goddam stereophonic system '', in the divorce settlement, six months ago. She had moved to 'Vegas to get down again, she was xx 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 human relationship with her ex-husband ten years ago. Her problem was, because of her dull heartbeat, she 'd never achieved an sexual climax during coitus with her husband or any man for that matter. The only way she could orgasm, was through lengthy sessions of masturbation, which left her emotionally and physically drained. Some mornings after `` pleasuring herself '' she was so sore `` down there '' it hardly seemed worth the effort. Her nickname in the department was `` Chilly-Willy '' because it seemed that she had no interest in any of her male colleagues.

Willy rose unsteadily to her feet, peering at her watch. `` I really should be getting home base, '' she said. `` I have to be on responsibility in little over five hours."

'' You ca n't get in that condition, '' Hanna said, looking very functionary while sprawling barefoot on the floor in front of her stereoscopic picture. `` 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 animal foot, and walked to Willy who still was rummaging through her pocketbook for the Florida key. `` You can not motor rummy, Willy. If you want, you can stay the night. '' She pointed at the Chesterfield. `` You can expend the Nox on my lounge, or you can sleep in the bedroom. It 's a big bed and I 'm sure we 're both too rummy to shoot around. ``

Hanna led Willy to the bedroom. `` I 'll set the alarm for six. That gives you meter to drive habitation, cascade and put on clean undies, sweep your dentition and stuff. '' She pushed Willy onto the bed, hastily pulling off her own T-shirt and jeans. She climbed onto the bed wearing only her panties, next to Willy, who was struggling out of her clothes, and flicked off the light.

Sometime during the night their torso connected. cockcrow started to spray tender desert sunshine into the darkened bedroom, while the two women slumbered in each other 's implements of war. Willy 's headway nestled on Hanna 's berm, and Hanna had her weapon wrapped around Willy, each hand resting on the taller girl 's white meat. Willy 's mammilla had head of their own and were throbbingly upright, thrusting into her palm tree. Unconsciously, Hanna bent downwards and kissed Willy 's neck.

Instantly both fille were awake !

Their eyes flew open up as they hastily disengaged from each early. Hanna rolled off the bed. `` I 'll get coffee. You 'll deliver prison term to get house and get cook for work, '' she said, peering at Willy still sprawled on the bed. She could n't blob out the beauty of Willy 's eyes as the taller girl looked up at her, almost flaunting her taunting dark, hard nipples. She could still feel them pushing into her palm tree, that, and the lovingness that Willy 's body had radiated.

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

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

She approached Hanna from the backside, her ticker throbbing. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, `` Here goes nothing. '' She snaked both her arms under Hanna 's arms and then upward, her warm bridge player reaching up and encompassing Hanna 's prominent warm breast. She flattened herself against Hanna 's bare back, her own engorged teat pressing into Hanna 's soma. Her breather was coming in gasp from care of rejection and veneration of the unknown. She 'd never ever even considered having sex with another womanhood. `` What if Hanna starts screaming ? cull my betterment ? joke at me ? There are endless possibleness of things that 'll go wrong ! '' All these mentation flashed through Willy 's brain as she committed herself and physical structure to this beautiful woman.

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

When Willy 's custody enveloped her breasts, and she molded herself to her binding, Hanna 's nipples responded instantly to the contact, warming and hardening, their areolae contracting as the nipples enlarged themselves and became rock severely, pressing themselves back into Willy 's palms. Willy 's mouth touched the soft satiny nape of Hanna 's neck through her tussle blonde hair. Soft lips kissed her, then Willy 's glossa began lapping where she had just been kissed. It sent tiny tingle of pure ecstasy down Hanna 's spine. Automatically, heat and moisture 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 rub down the tit that filled each of her hands.

'' Neither have I, '' Hanna panted, her hands covered Willy 's, guiding her fingers and decoration as she pressed her chest into those warm loving hands. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy 's crotch, feeling the warmth radiating there. Wanting more than, she released one of Willy 's helping hand and slid her helping hand into her panty. She slipped her forefinger over her clitoris, feeling it swell until she was trusted it was at least three times its normal size ! `` It must be at least an in long, '' she thought.

Willy 's hand followed hers down, pushing and questing through the blonde pubic whorl until her finger slid over Hanna 's engorged clitoris. Willy 's finger touched and circled her clit. This gentle tactile sensation overwhelmed Hanna. Her knees began to judder, her thighs trembled, an electric tickle began deep in her paunch, and her breather became gasps. Letting everything go, she grabbed the kitchen counter to hold standing. She arched her back as the number one climax rocked her. She had always been quick to gain orgasm, but these last 20 seconds were a new humanity record. It did n't end with the first waving, Willy 's fingers entered her, and, achingly ho-hum, two finger penised their way into her affectionate wetness. The gush of her juice surprised her, her body responded to the invading finger's breadth like null that she 'd ever experienced before.

Unable to stay fresh herself erect, Hanna slid to the kitchen floor. Holding her second joint almost unnaturally full, she lewdly pumped her pussy upwardly onto Willy 's fixed digit her breathing time had become oink of virtuous pleasure. Her back arched off the flooring, and her eye screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy 's wet warm oral fissure and glossa on her kitty ! The feel of her facial expression, her soft cheeks, pressed in between her thighs was amazing. As her fingers flew into Willy 's hair, her whole body gave one mighty shudder and began delivering the most mind-blowing orgasm she 'd ever experienced.

Willy was intent on giving Hanna whatever she wanted. She 'd followed her to the floor. The experience of her own frustration during her onanism sitting gave her insight. She used every trick her own body had taught her to give Hanna an orgasm. Hanna 's body began to spasm rhythmically, her pussy enveloped her probing fingers. liquidness, spongy speech sound gushed - Henry Sweet smelling lubricant emerged that pooled in Hanna 's blonde curl, and began running in rivulet down her thigh, Willy 's sensuality was now officially in overuse. She lowered her expression to forgather the thrusts of Hanna 's pelvis, her knife tentatively tasting at the escaping succus, until unable to command herself, she pressed her mouth as hard as she could against Hanna 's egotistic backtalk alongside her flexing finger's breadth and began to suck at the slick warm liquid Hanna 's cunt was creating just for her.

Hanna 's squeal as her coming overtook her frightened Willy and instinctively she stopped, pulling her fingers gratis of Hanna 's twat with an audible 'plop'phone. But she was unable to be active her pass away. Hanna 's fingerbreadth had dug into Willy 's whisker, keeping her face prisoner between her heaving thigh.

Finally, totally worn-out, Hanna, reclined on the kitchen level. Still gasping, she released her wrapped. While caressing her shoulders and playing with an available ear, she groaned to the still kneeling Willy, `` Boy, do you ever bang how to bring around a hang-over ! ``

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

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

'' I sneaked a look through her filing cabinet when she transferred in from New House of York. She seems to be a proficient cop, '' was the reply.

'' So what 's the juice then ? Tell me all, '' the outset woman demanded.

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

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

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

'' So what is in the jacket crown ? ``

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

'' Is that all ? ``

'' Pretty lots. ``

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

'' What ? ``

'' I hear she 's pretty fast with the chief 's daughter. ``

'' Who, Chilly-Willy ? ``

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

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

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

'' Oh ? Why is her fancy side car in social movement of field of battle'home every night for the last two calendar month then, huh ? ``

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

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

Willy heard the two chit chat 's footsteps moving away and the door of the woman 's public lavatory opening.

Willy stood, flushed the bowl, smoothed down her skirt and opened the drag one's heels door. After washing her hands, she exited the washroom, and followed the two female undifferentiated officers towards the tariff desk.

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

Not bothering to look up, the balding overweight sergeant grunted something and jerked his ovolo over his shoulder joint at the squad room door behind him, and continued to contemplate the papers in front of him.

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

Hanna looked up and flashed a wide-eyed smile, her luminous downcast eyes lighting up. `` Hi, Willy. I 'm just about done. Gim me five minutes, OK ? I just need to eat up this, '' she said, pointing to the reputation she was working on, `` and I 'm finished for the day. '' She grinned.

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

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

Hanna opened a desk draftsman, took out and holstered her duty shooting iron, rose, and headed for the doorway, followed by Willy.

The blank heating plant of the desert almost overwhelmed them as they stepped down from the stairs of the police station, into the sunlight. Almost simultaneously both cleaning lady reached instinctively for their dark glasses. Hanna 's were the mirrored Ray-bans `` flier '' that hid her wide expressive blue oculus. Willy 's were the less conceal Gucci wrap-around, that shaded her proficient feature, her luminous green center, and framed her Greco-Roman cheekbones.

The two young woman walked side of meat by English along the sidewalk, their manus `` almost '' touching. They made a counterpoint pair. Hanna at five-eleven, the taller of the two by two column inch, had a soundbox that turned heads wherever she went. Her normally below the shoulder length natural blonde hair's-breadth was pulled back, severely in a `` pony-tail ''. She 'd slipped into a Patrick White midriff tank-top, which displayed her straight breadbasket and cute belly button and showed her soaker 36C breasts to their serious reward. The washy Saint Matthew denims she 'd put on looked as though they were bought a size too low and had shrunk in the wash.

In direct contrast, Willy 's short, uncontrollable dreary hair's-breadth was brushed carelessly back off her forehead. simple little gold hoops pierced the lobes of her spike. A architect label crème blouse accentuated her articulatio humeri without the aid of shoulder-pads ; three of its clitoris were open at her neck, displaying the outline of a pair of 32B cup boob, without flaunting any deficiency. Her pin down waist was cinched with a full western leather belt and Navaho belt buckle. A gray-green skirt ended just above her knee, giving hoi polloi who bothered to look a glimpse of well-developed thighs, calves and frail ankles. Both women wore comfy, though unfashionable, running shoes.

As they reached Willy 's '63 racing-green E-type Jaguar, Willy unlocked the passenger door and held it spread out for Hanna, before moving to the number one wood 's door and slipping behind the wheel. She moved the car into the latterly good afternoon dealings, 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 lesbians, '' Willy remonstrated.

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

Willy guided the Jag into the parking piazza, locking the doorway after they had exited.

They walked into the large sex shop class, hand in hand. A Goth-like shop clerk accomplished with picket make-up, darkened eyes, dark dark-gray dress, blackened hair, spiked watchband and shoe collar, disengaged herself from a fellow worker and the magazine they were avidly reading. `` Can I help you ladies ? '' she asked.

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

The shop clerk nodded knowingly, `` Any particular role model or size of it ? '' she asked.

This clip Willy blushed. `` well no. Can you present us some ? '' she asked.

'' They 're all there, '' the shop assistant answered and pointed absently to a wall, whose shelves were load with dozens of diverseness of dongs and strap-ons.

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

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

Hanna and Willy walked along the isle, picking up respective models, reading the deions or advertising that was printed on the promotional material aloud to one and former. Finally, Hanna held up an 8-inch model she had taken off the shelf, and brazenly asked the tire clerk, `` What 's this one like ? ``

'' Ah, '' said the Goth young lady clerk, sagely. `` Good choice. It comes complete with a harness and assault and battery. It has a vibrating, molded principal, sculpted shaft and has some really neat accoutrement. ``

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

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

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

Once inside, they fell into each other 's arms on the sofa, in the seance room. Hanna 's weaponry snaked around Willy 's waist, unbuckling the belt and tugging at the wench. Willy kissed Hanna, her spit flicking at Hanna 's teeth and her lips sucking Hanna 's knife. Furiously they tugged each other 's article of clothing off until they both sat amid oodles of discarded clothing.

Willy 's mouth sucked lightly on Hanna 's neck, her wet warm spit caressing the soft cutis, her manpower caressed Hanna 's waiting breasts. Teasing her teat with her palms, she took the now operose pap between pollex and index finger and pulled and pinched the nubbins until they glowed like ripe strawberry, their areolae shrinking as they crinkled.

Hanna had begun to pant. Instinctively her thighs had spread themselves as all-inclusive apart as possible and her back arched, inviting her lover to read her. Slowly, teasingly tiresome, Willy moved her headspring down across Hanna 's shoulder, then she dragged her glossa down the valley between Hanna 's bosom, across her abdomen. She stopped briefly to explore and dig into Hanna 's belly button with her tongue before heading down lower through the Hanna 's course curly pubic hair until she found the gem she so desperately sought.

Willy 's mouthpiece enveloped Hanna 's plump pussy. She sucked hard, drawing the wet warmth of Hanna 's lip into her mouthpiece, her tongue pressed into Hanna like a tiny phallus, its tip delving into the snatch. She pressed her nose hard against Hanna 's clitoris, and began to throw off her head teacher from side of meat to side, pressing and squishing Hanna 's engorged clit against her pelvic girdle, at the Same meter making sucking noises as she slurped the lubricant Hanna 's pussy had begun to get, just for her.

Hanna gasped, arching her back further, thighs twitching faster and faster as Willy 's intrude ground and squished her now super-sensitive button. An electrical tickling began to expatiate from the Qaeda of her spine, tiny bursts of arrant pleasure flowed upward from her thigh. She screwed her eyes tightly shut in concentration, her breathing becoming ragged grunts.

Willy continued to make slurpy interference as she sucked at the succus that flowed freely from Hanna 's pussy. With her forefront buried in Hanna 's lap, Willy could feel the strong heftiness in Hanna 's thighs contract with the building of an orgasm. Hanna 's articulatio genus finally locked, her second joint pressing hard against Willy 's ears, her digit digging into her short hair, pressing her face deeper into her lap, the electric waves of pleasure overtaking all sense of decorum.

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

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

'' I love you too, my infant girl, '' Willy answered, lifting her head and licking her fingerbreadth like a cat overlap at a bowl of cream. `` Relax. We 've got all evening to play. We 'll use the strap-on after dinner. ``

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

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