Willy was a cop, daughter of a cop, a sister to pig and cousin-german to many cop. A few months before her thirty-sixth birthday, she was slim, standing five foot nine with the wide shoulder, flattish dresser, and svelte hips with the incredibly powerful thighs of a swimmer. She loved water, and still swam when she got the chance. She had curtly rumbustious dark hair that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable characteristic were her heart. They were large ; the color of a misty sea, sometimes gray, changing to pall dark-green, depending on her modality. With classic cheekbones, a beautiful face, slim torso, she still got carded when entering a bar where she was n't known.

She helped the frailty squad out from time to time, stake-outs, dressing in a plaid micro-mini and stiletto heels and halter-tops, yearn wig, padded bra and tons of make up ; it was not something she overly enjoyed. Being a detective, she loved, solving enigmatical robbery, catching `` scam-artists '', that flocked to Lope Felix de Vega Carpio, getting them `` off the street ''. This was her life. She enjoyed most early aspects of her career, as a peace ship's officer, the chumminess, the sense she was making a difference. Like nigh copper, she hated the necessary paperwork and dateless court appearances that went alongside any arrest. In addition, she shot `` Sniper '' with her custom Winchester 30.06 and was a penis of the prestigious S.W.A.T.

She had been born with a bosom defect, simply put, it beat ten to fifteen beats a instant slower than average. Heart specialists had no curative for the flaw. The dull bosom rate had given her a self-coloured phlegmatical outlook on life-time that even her failed marriage and divorce could not shake.

Willy was late. The dealings on the freeway was Light Within, almost non-existent, so she pressed the gas just a piddling harder. The 1963 Jaguar E-type was her solely extravagance. It had cost her a chance to rebuild from the hulk she had discovered at an auto necropolis in the desert just outside of the city. The Twin Falls chromed exhausts spat and growled as the streamlined car shot forward at a great pace. The monthly backyard family barbeque at her parent 's planetary house, with her brothers and first cousin was something she hated to miss.

She had restored the British sports car herself ; her blood brother and dad spent countless hours helping her to reanimate it, to the point it had first been driven off the factory lot in Coventry England 40 odd years ago. The paintwork gleamed British Racing putting green. Each while of chrome had been re-chromed and burnished until they shone. The Engine and running gear had been sent back to the Coventry manufacturing plant where it had been blueprinted and retooled to go for the eminent 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 take duplication of the subsequently '80 models, with mild as a glove the easy bucket arse that enveloped the person sitting in them. The dashboard and steering wheel had gone to a Felis onca medical specialist in California, the walnut tree refurbished, gauges replaced, and the leather re-stitched so that it appeared new and unblemished.

Her concentration was shattered by the squawk of a femme fatale behind her, the red and white revolving visible light on the cruiser lit up behind her, stabbed her eyes in the rear-view mirror and she lifted off the gas and coasted to a stop on the articulatio humeri of the road.

The cop who exited from the cruiser looked like a poster-girl for distaff cops everywhere. Willy estimated her to be about five foundation ten column inch. She filled the khaki uniform, as if she had been poured into it. There was not a single wrinkle in the starched khaki uniform, which she could see. The basket-weaved double-clasped `` Sam Brown '' leather rap around her lop shank slanted down on her go out slope, and supported a holstered rig automatic pistol and pouch for spare ammo and regulation handcuff. Her blonde hair was tied back, as per the rule, in a ponytail, that flowed out of the back of her baseball cap. Mirrored `` aviator '' Raybans hid and shielded her eyes from the desert spotlight, making it laborious to calculate her age.

'' I clocked you at seventy six sea mile per time of day, gentlewoman. The speed terminus ad quem posted for this section of the freeway is fifty-five. May I see your license and validation of registration please ? ``

Willy fished in her purse and withdrew her pocketbook and handed it to the officer, atomic number 79 badge open, identifying herself as a fellow peace policeman. `` Hi '', she greeted, `` Willy Smits, tube function, `` she said brightly.

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

Willy sighed, leaned over to the glove box and withdrew the pinko possession papers and handed them to the officious woman, along with her plastic drivers license card.

'' The stop number I clocked you at is above the storey I can issue you a speeding ticket for. regularization 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular traffic on highway of Nevada state clearly states that when a vehicle is measured doing a velocity in excess of twenty sea mile per hr over the posted speed limit, it be impounded and that a summons be issued to the device driver for a judicature display case. I have to pound this vehicle, and issue you a warrant to seem in court, Detective Smits. Will you step out of the vehicle please ? I will radio for a tow-truck to take your vehicle to impound. Do you need to contact anyone for alternate transport, or shall I drive you to the nighest bus post ? Perhaps you would favour it, if I called you a cab ? '' the blonde cop stated blandly.

Willy was aghast, `` You are joking, right ? I 'm also a cop, how about a lilliputian professional courtesy ? '' She asked.

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

Willy shook her caput resigned to the fact that the police matron was life-threatening. She dug into her bag and pulled out her cellular 'phone, while unbuckling her safety belt. She pulled herself out of the seat and stood beside her dear panther. She punched buttons of her 'phone, and waited till the party she called respond. `` Hi Mom, is Dad there ? Yah, yah, I know everybody is there. I know I 'm previous and that the Warren Burger are on the barbeque. Can I speak to Dad please ? ``

She waited, holding the phone to her ear. After a few seconds her dad came the speech sound. `` Hi Dad, can you fetch me ? I 'm on main road thirty five about five miles from you ? No, no, the car is hunky-dory, in fact your dealings 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, okay Dad, hold on. ''

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

Hanna airfield took the offered phone and rung. `` howdy this is military officer Fields, Deputy-Chief. Yes sir, but ... but I have followed the sort out procedure in this face. I clocked the fomite at 76 naut mi per hour. Yes sir, honcho. I understand. Thank you sir. '' She flushed as she handed the Motorola back to Willy.

'' You are free to go officeholder Smits. My apology for detaining you. '' She turned, stalked to her patrol car with as a great deal dignity as she could muster, climbed in, revved the motor and proceeded, with a squeal of rubber, to make an illegal U-turn over the painted median and head back the way she had originally come.

Willy waived in mock friendliness at the disappearing squad car, as she climbed back into the cockpit of her jag, and sped off to enjoy her family unit barbeque.

Her dad and Brother, virtually of her cousin-german, as well as many early relation were on the force. The playfulness of the social occasion was not lost on her household. Her dad admonished her for the phone call while her buddy teased her all afternoon. Chilly-Willy became Leadfoot and Speed-demon.

As the good afternoon slowly descended into early even, and the barbeque transformed into a game of house touch sensation football, Willy turned to her Fatherhood. `` Dad, can you get me Hanna theatre'home reference ? '' She handed him her cellphone. Her dad punched in his office number and spoke to the shop assistant on duty. He wrote the computer address on a sheet of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.

crepuscle became evening as the respective family unit members began packing up and her parent 's drive and front yard no longer resembled a parking lot. Willy headed back towards the city, at the post speed limit. She made a short plosive at an all minute liquor fund, and the florist alongside it. The Jaguar coasted to a stop outside a pocket-sized home in a middle-income area of the city. The garden was sparsely populated. A egg white Honda still displaying New York home plate was parked in the private road. Tall unmowed eatage showed that the occupant spent petty time `` smelling the flowers ''.

Willy stepped up and knocked on the front door, holding the bunch of red rose in front of her. Hanna was no longer in her uniform when she answered the door, Willy noted that Hanna 's eyes were china blue. She was dressed in a yoke of shortcut jean and cotton T-shirt with the red apple logo for New York emblazoned on the nominal head. Her bare toes coated with coral sail through varnish peeked up at Willy, giving the illusion of vulnerability.

Willy offered the blonde the blossom. `` peace of mind offer, '' she stated sincerely.

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

'' I really am sorry, Hanna. I can holler 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 scheme. This is my starting time workweek on the job here. I have been the butt of so many caper from everybody in the department since I got here. I thought you were just another character of my initiation, '' she said grinning. Your sarcastic lil wave as I drove off .... ugh ! '' she grunted.

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

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

Hanna rummaged through a half empty carton, and extracted a simple glass vase for the roses. She walked through a threshold to the kitchen. Willy could get wind her filling the vase from the faucet.

Willy found the glasses and unfastener in the box, and proceeded to open the wine. Hanna returned, arranging the blush wine in the vase as she walked. She placed the peak on top of the TV set and settled onto the Fourth Earl of Chesterfield across from the chair Willy was sitting on. Willy reached over and handed Hanna a crank of wine-coloured, then holding up her deoxyephedrine in a toast. `` To you, Hanna, a new beginning and my base apologies for abusing the organization. ``

They drank in silence.

'' Do you like music ? '' Hanna asked, pointing to an expensive-looking black-faced stereoscopic photograph and huge box speaker unit. It 's all I managed to salvage from my divorce. '' She slipped onto the floor in front of the stereo and selected a CD from a pile alongside the social unit.

Soon strains of `` hummer hoop in the nighttime '' filled the room. `` I love his slowly fleshly speech rhythm, '' she said.

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

The degree of the bit bottle dropped steadily until it too was empty-bellied. By this time both girlfriend were Thomas More than a little tipsy and they had begun telling each other minuscule secrets about their yesteryear. Hanna had admitted to Willy that she had not had sex with anybody since she had begun divorce legal proceeding from her ex-husband a New York lawyer who had `` have it all, 'ceptin this goddam stereo '', in the divorcement colonisation, six months ago. She had moved to 'Vegas to begin again, she was twenty nine. So far she had n't found anyone interesting enough to conceive a bed mate.

Willy admitted that she had n't had sex with anyone since she ended the family relationship with her ex ten years ago. Her problem was, because of her slack beat, she 'd never achieved an climax during sexual relation with her husband or any man for that matter. The only way she could orgasm, was through prolonged sessions of masturbation, which left her emotionally and physically drained. Some break of the day 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, '' she said. `` I have to be on duty in little over five hours."

'' You ca n't drive in that precondition, '' Hanna said, looking very functionary while sprawling barefoot on the story in battlefront of her stereo. `` Gim me your Key, '' she said holding out her hands.

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

Hanna struggled to her metrical unit, and walked to Willy who still was rummaging through her bag for the Key. `` You can not drive drunk, Willy. If you want, you can stay the Nox. '' She pointed at the chesterfield. `` You can spend the night on my couch, or you can sleep in the chamber. It 's a big bed and I 'm surely we 're both too rummy to fool around. ``

Hanna led Willy to the bedroom. `` I 'll set the warning device for six. That gives you meter to get plate, shower and put on clean and jerk undies, brush your teeth 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 panty, next to Willy, who was struggling out of her clothes, and flicked off the light.

Sometime during the Night their physical structure connected. first light started to spray strong desert temperateness into the darkened sleeping room, while the two char slumbered in each other 's arms. Willy 's head nestled on Hanna 's berm, and Hanna had her munition wrapped around Willy, each hand resting on the taller girl 's breasts. Willy 's nipples had creative thinker of their own and were throbbingly erect, thrusting into her palm. Unconsciously, Hanna bent downwards and kissed Willy 's neck.

Instantly both girlfriend were awake !

Their oculus flew outdoors as they hastily disengaged from each other. Hanna rolled off the bed. `` I 'll get coffee tree. You 'll have time to get base and get make for work, '' she said, peering at Willy still sprawled on the bed. She could n't blot out the mantrap of Willy 's oculus as the taller missy looked up at her, almost flaunting her taunt dark, hard tit. She could still feel them pushing into her medallion, that, and the warmth that Willy 's body had radiated.

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

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

She approached Hanna from the derriere, her heart pounding. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, `` Here goes nix. '' She snaked both her subdivision under Hanna 's blazonry and then upward, her warm deal reaching up and encompassing Hanna 's enceinte strong boob. She flattened herself against Hanna 's bare back, her own engorged pap pressing into Hanna 's figure. Her breathing space was coming in gasp 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 advances ? Laughs at me ? There are endless possibilities of things that 'll go improper ! '' All these thoughts 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 time. `` God what an imbecile I am. She 's gon na freak out out, curse me ! ''

When Willy 's hands enveloped her breasts, and she molded herself to her back, Hanna 's tit responded instantly to the touch, warming and hardening, their ring of color contracting as the nipples enlarged themselves and became rock hard, pressing themselves back into Willy 's palms. Willy 's oral cavity touched the easy sleek nape of Hanna 's neck through her mussed blonde tomentum. delicate brim kissed her, then Willy 's tongue began lapping where she had just been kissed. It sent tiny tingles of pure ecstasy down Hanna 's spine. Automatically, heating 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 massage the bosom that filled each of her hands.

'' Neither have I, '' Hanna panted, her hands covered Willy 's, guiding her finger and ribbon as she pressed her chest into those warmly loving hands. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy 's crotch, feeling the warmth radiating there. Wanting More, she released one of Willy 's deal and slid her bridge player into her pantie. She slipped her forefinger over her clit, feeling it swell until she was sure it was at least three times its pattern sizing ! `` It must be at to the lowest degree an inch long, '' she thought.

Willy 's mitt followed hers down, pushing and questing through the blonde pubic Curl until her finger's breadth slid over Hanna 's engorged clitoris. Willy 's finger's breadth touched and circled her clit. This mollify pinch overwhelmed Hanna. Her human knee began to shake, her thighs trembled, an electric titillation began deeply in her belly, and her breath became puff. Letting everything go, she grabbed the kitchen comeback to hold on standing. She arched her back as the firstly orgasm rocked her. She had always been fast to reach sexual climax, but these last twenty seconds were a new universe record. It did n't end with the showtime wave, Willy 's finger entered her, and, achingly slow down, two fingerbreadth penised their way into her warm wetness. The outpouring of her juice surprised her, her eubstance responded to the invasive digit like nothing that she 'd ever experienced before.

Unable to go on herself erect, Hanna slid to the kitchen flooring. Holding her thighs almost unnaturally wide, she lewdly pumped her puss upward onto Willy 's rigid fingerbreadth her intimation had become grunt of perfect delight. Her back arched off the storey, and her heart screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy 's wet warm mouth and natural language on her pussy ! The spirit of her face, her soft cheeks, pressed in between her thighs was amazing. As her finger's breadth flew into Willy 's hair, her all organic structure gave one mighty tingle and began delivering the most mind-blowing climax 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 masturbation sessions gave her insight. She used every magic trick her own consistence had taught her to give Hanna an orgasm. Hanna 's physical structure began to spasm rhythmically, her pussy enveloped her probing digit. Liquid, squishy phone gushed - sweet smelling lubricant emerged that pooled in Hanna 's blond coil, and began running in rivulets down her thigh, Willy 's sensuality was now officially in overuse. She lowered her aspect to meet the thrusts of Hanna 's pelvis, her tongue tentatively tasting at the escaping succus, until ineffectual to ascertain herself, she pressed her mouth as hard as she could against Hanna 's swollen rim alongside her flexing finger's breadth and began to suck at the slick warm liquid state Hanna 's puss was creating just for her.

Hanna 's squeal as her orgasm overtook her frightened Willy and instinctively she stopped, pulling her fingerbreadth relieve of Hanna 's twat with an audible 'plop'sound. But she was unable to move her head away. Hanna 's fingers had dug into Willy 's hair, keeping her facial expression captive between her heaving thighs.

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

calendar week and weeks later, at the station, Willy was sitting in a toilet kiosk, as she listened to the two charwoman who were chatting while putting on their make-up in strawman of the mirror of the ladies change room.

'' So, what do you call back of the new missy ? '' one asked the other.

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

'' So what 's the succus then ? Tell me all, '' the first woman demanded.

'' She 's divorced ; no kids ; been in three New House of York precinct theatre since she left the police honorary society. She also has two commendation - one for bravery, one for merit. Her late Captain in New York recommended her for sergeant, but she was passed over because she had marital problems, then she asked to be transferred here to Lope Felix de Vega Carpio. ``

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

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

'' So what is in the jacket ? ``

'' Well, she did see a head-shrinker, but it did n't have 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 jolly tight with the head 's girl. ``

'' Who, Chilly-Willy ? ``

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

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

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

'' Oh ? Why is her fancy English car in straw man of Fields'place every night for the last two months then, huh ? ``

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

'' Come on, let 's get out there, and relieve the humanity. ``

Willy heard the two chin wag 's footsteps moving away and the room access of the woman 's restroom opening.

Willy stood, flushed the sports stadium, smoothed down her chick and opened the stall door. After washing her hands, she exited the washroom, and followed the two female uniform officers towards the obligation desk.

She approached the desk sergeant, flashing her badge. `` Hi, bank bill, '' she said. `` I 'm looking for Hanna Fields. She finished her shift about half an hour ago, '' she stated.

Not bothering to wait up, the balding overweight sergeant grunted something and jerked his ovolo over his articulatio humeri at the squad room doorway behind him, and continued to study the written document in front of him.

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

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

Willy nodded and sat face-to-face Hanna, who scribbled furiously, and finished the reputation by signing it with a flourish.

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

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

The white warmth of the desert almost overwhelmed them as they stepped down from the stairs of the police post, into the sunlight. Almost simultaneously both woman reached instinctively for their sunglasses. Hanna 's were the mirrored Ray-bans `` airman '' that hid her broad expressive puritanical eyes. Willy 's were the less concealing Gucci wrap-around, that shaded her undecomposed feature article, her luminous Green eyes, and framed her classic cheekbones.

The two girlfriend walked side by side along the paving material, their manus `` almost '' touching. They made a contrasting dyad. Hanna at five-eleven, the taller of the two by two inches, had a body that turned oral sex wherever she went. Her normally below the shoulder length natural blonde hairsbreadth was pulled back, severely in a `` pony-tail ''. She 'd slipped into a white midriff tank-top, which displayed her prostrate belly and cute belly release and showed her lush 36C tit to their best vantage. The faded Matthew denims she 'd put on looked as though they were bought a size of it too small and had shrunk in the wash.

In contrast, Willy 's short, unruly colored hair was brushed carelessly back off her forehead. Simple minuscule amber hoops pierced the lobes of her spike. A designer label crème blouse accentuated her shoulders without the aid of shoulder-pads ; three of its buttons were open at her neck opening, displaying the precis of a pair of 32B cup breasts, without flaunting any inadequateness. Her narrow waist was cinched with a wide western leather whack and Navaho belt buckle. A gray-green skirt ended just above her knee joint, giving people who bothered to appear a glance of well-developed second joint, calfskin and finespun ankles. Both woman wore comfortable, though unfashionable, running shoes.

As they reached Willy 's '63 racing-green E-type Jaguar, Willy unlocked the rider threshold and held it open for Hanna, before moving to the driver 's room access and slipping behind the wheel. She moved the car into the tardily 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 lesbian, '' Willy remonstrated.

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

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

They walked into the large sex shop, manus in mitt. A Goth-like salesclerk complete with pale make-up, darkened optic, olive drab dark-grey dress, blackened hair, spiked watchstrap and collar, disengaged herself from a co-worker and the magazine they were avidly reading. `` Can I help oneself you ladies ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

Hanna giggled, `` holy place cocksucker, there 's hundreds ! ``

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

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

'' Ah, '' said the Goth girl clerk, sagely. `` Good choice. It comes discharge with a harness and batteries. It has a vibrating, molded oral sex, sculpted ray of light and has some really bang-up add-on. ``

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

The two women giggled all the way back to the car, the discretely wind piece of land clutched safely in Hanna 's hands.

The conversation in the car was as light as the traffic was heavy. Amid surreptitious peek and a lot of giggling, they arrived at Hanna 's suburban Las Lope Felix de Vega Carpio home.

Once inside, they fell into each other 's subdivision on the couch, in the sitting room. Hanna 's implements of war snaked around Willy 's waistline, unbuckling the belt and tugging at the skirt. Willy kissed Hanna, her tongue flicking at Hanna 's teeth and her lips sucking Hanna 's tongue. Furiously they tugged each early 's clothing off until they both sat amid piles of cast out clothing.

Willy 's mouthpiece sucked lightly on Hanna 's neck opening, her wet warm tongue caressing the lenient skin, her hand caressed Hanna 's waiting knocker. Teasing her nipples with her decoration, she took the now heavy nipples between thumb and forefinger and pulled and pinched the nubbins until they glowed like ripe strawberries, their areolae shrinking as they crinkled.

Hanna had begun to pant. Instinctively her thighs had spread themselves as spacious apart as possible and her back arched, inviting her buff to subscribe to her. Slowly, teasingly slow, Willy moved her heading down across Hanna 's shoulder, then she dragged her natural language down the valley between Hanna 's chest, across her belly. She stopped briefly to explore and poke into Hanna 's belly button with her tongue before heading down lower through the Hanna 's course of instruction curly pubic hairs until she found the treasure she so desperately essay.

Willy 's mouth enveloped Hanna 's plump pussy. She sucked hard, drawing the wet warmth of Hanna 's lip into her mouth, her clapper pressed into Hanna like a tiny penis, its tip delving into the slit. She pressed her nose hard against Hanna 's clit, and began to shake her top dog from side to side, pressing and squishing Hanna 's engorged clit against her renal pelvis, at the Sami time making sucking noises as she slurped the lubricant Hanna 's pussy had begun to give rise, just for her.

Hanna gasped, arching her back further, thighs twitching faster and faster as Willy 's nose priming and squished her now super-sensitive clit. An electric tickle began to boom from the cornerstone of her spine, bantam fit of saturated pleasure flowed upward from her thigh. She screwed her oculus tightly shut in concentration, her breathing becoming ragged grunts.

Willy continued to score slurpy noises as she sucked at the succus that flowed freely from Hanna 's pussy. With her headland buried in Hanna 's lap, Willy could feel the strong muscularity in Hanna 's thighs declaration with the construction of an climax. Hanna 's knees finally locked, her thigh pressing hard against Willy 's ears, her digit digging into her short hair, pressing her face deeper into her lap, the electrical wave of pleasure overtaking all common sense of decorum.

Hanna began to squeal, `` I love you, I love you, I love you, Willy, please, please, '' followed by a concluding 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 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 baby girl, '' Willy answered, lifting her head and licking her fingerbreadth like a cat lick at a bowl of pick. `` Relax. We 've got all even to play. We 'll use the strap-on after dinner. ``

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

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