Willy was a cop, daughter of a cop, a sister to copper and cousin to many pig. A few calendar month before her thirty-sixth birthday, she was svelte, standing five foot nine with the extensive berm, flattish chest, and melt off pelvic arch with the incredibly knock-down second joint of a swimmer. She loved water, and still drown when she got the opportunity. She had short uncontrollable sinister hair that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable feature were her oculus. They were prominent ; the color of a hazy sea, sometimes Louis Harold Gray, changing to fag green, depending on her mode. With classical cheekbones, a beautiful nerve, reduce dead body, she still got carded when entering a bar where she was n't known.

She helped the frailty squad out from time to meter, stake-outs, dressing in a tartan micro-mini and stiletto heels and halter-tops, retentive wigs, padded bra and tons of make up ; it was not something she overly enjoyed. Being a detective, she loved, solving enigmatic robberies, catching `` scam-artists '', that flocked to Lope Felix de Vega Carpio, getting them `` off the street ''. This was her life. She enjoyed most other aspects of her career, as a heartsease officer, the camaraderie, the sentience she was making a difference. Like most cops, she hated the necessary paperwork and endless motor inn appearances that went alongside any stay. 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 marrow defect, simply put, it beat ten to fifteen beats a minute dumb than norm. middle specialists had no cure for the fault. The dull heart rate had given her a solid phlegmatic expectation on life that even her failed marriage and divorcement could not shake.

Willy was late. The traffic on the freeway was light, almost non-existent, so she pressed the gas just a little harder. The 1963 Panthera onca E-type was her simply prodigality. It had cost her a chance to rebuild from the whale she had discovered at an auto graveyard in the desert just outside of the city. The Twin chromed exhausts spat and growled as the sleek car shaft forward at a bang-up tread. The monthly backyard family barbeque at her parent 's house, with her brother and full cousin was something she hated to miss.

She had restored the British fun car herself ; her brothers and dad spent countless hour helping her to recreate it, to the power point it had first been driven off the factory lot in ostracism England forty odd years ago. The paintwork gleamed British Racing 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 manufactory where it had been blueprinted and retooled to accept the higher octane, lead-free gasoline of the meter, rather than the leaded pollutant it had originally been created to run on. The leather of the interior was crowfoot brown, an claim duplication of the later '80 models, with mild as a baseball glove the well-fixed bucket buttocks that enveloped the person sitting in them. The splasher and steering roulette wheel had gone to a panther medical specialist in California, the walnut tree refurbished, calibre replaced, and the leather re-stitched so that it appeared new and unblemished.

Her concentration was shattered by the squawk of a siren behind her, the red and white revolving light source 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 plosive on the shoulder of the road.

The cop who exited from the cruiser looked like a poster-girl for female cops everywhere. Willy estimated her to be about five substructure ten inch. She filled the khaki uniform, as if she had been poured into it. There was not a one wrinkle in the starched khaki uniform, which she could see. The basket-weaved double-clasped `` Sam Brown '' leather belt around her trim waist slanted down on her left side, and supported a holstered semifinal automatic pistol and pouches for free ammunition and regulation manacle. Her blond hairsbreadth was tied back, as per the regularisation, in a ponytail, that flowed out of the back of her baseball cap. Mirrored `` aeronaut '' Raybans hid and shielded her oculus from the desert brilliance, making it hard to gauge her age.

'' I clocked you at seventy six naut mi per minute, Ma'am. The speed bound posted for this section of the freeway is lv. May I see your license and test copy of registration please ? ``

Willy fished in her purse and withdrew her pocketbook and handed it to the ship's officer, gold badge loose, identifying herself as a fellow public security officer. `` Hi '', she greeted, `` Willy Smits, subway office, `` she said brightly.

The cop looked at the offered badge, handed it back to Willy. `` License and test copy of ownership, please, tec Smits '', she asked again.

Willy sighed, leaned over to the baseball glove box and withdrew the pinko ownership papers and handed them to the busy cleaning lady, along with her plastic device driver license card.

'' The stop number I clocked you at is above the level I can write out you a speeding ticket for. regulating 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular traffic on highways of Nevada state clearly body politic that when a vehicle is measured doing a swiftness in excess of twenty miles per hour over the carry pep pill limit, it be impounded and that a bidding be issued to the number one wood for a court case. I have to impound this fomite, and issue you a warranty to look in Margaret Court, tec Smits. testament you step out of the vehicle please ? I will radio for a tow-truck to take your vehicle to confiscate. Do you need to meet anyone for alternate rapture, or shall I drive you to the approximate bus place ? Perhaps you would prefer it, if I called you a cab ? '' the blond cop stated blandly.

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

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

Willy shook her question resigned to the fact that the policewoman was serious. She dug into her bag and pulled out her cellular 'phone, while unbuckling her safety belt. She pulled herself out of the posterior and stood beside her love Jaguar. She punched buttons of her 'phone, and waited till the company she called suffice. `` Hi Mom, is Dad there ? Yah, yah, I know everybody is there. I know I 'm latterly and that the burgers are on the barbecue. Can I address to Dad delight ? ``

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

Willy handed the cellular phone to the blond policewoman. '' Its Deputy-Chief Saint John the Apostle Smits. He would like a tidings with you. ``

Hanna athletic field took the offered sound and spoke. `` Hello this is officer field, Deputy-Chief. Yes sir, but ... but I have followed the objurgate subprogram in this case. I clocked the vehicle at 76 mile per hour. Yes sir, boss. I understand. Thank you sir. '' She flushed as she handed the Motorola back to Willy.

'' You are free to go police officer Smits. My apologies for detaining you. '' She turned, stalked to her patrol car with as much dignity as she could muster, climbed in, revved the motor and proceeded, with a squeal of safety, to establish 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 police squad car, as she climbed back into the cockpit of her jag, and sped off to bask her family barbeque.

Her dad and brothers, to the highest degree of her cousins, as well as many other congener were on the force. The merriment of the social function was not lost on her category. Her dad admonished her for the phone telephone call while her buddy teased her all afternoon. Chilly-Willy became Leadfoot and Speed-demon.

As the good afternoon slowly descended into early eve, and the barbeque transformed into a plot of family ghost football, Willy turned to her father. `` Dad, can you get me Hanna Fields'home computer address ? '' She handed him her cellphone. Her dad punched in his bureau number and spoke to the clerk on responsibility. He wrote the address on a sheet of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.

Dusk became evening as the respective family phallus began packing up and her parent 's private road and breast cubic yard no longer resembled a parking lot. Willy headed back towards the city, at the stake speed demarcation. She made a short stop at an all hours liquor depot, and the flower store alongside it. The Jaguar coasted to a stay outside a small home in a middle-income orbit of the metropolis. The garden was sparsely populated. A white Honda still displaying New York shell was parked in the driveway. Tall unmowed grass showed that the occupant spent footling time `` smelling the heyday ''.

Willy stepped up and knocked on the movement door, holding the clustering 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 blue air. She was dressed in a span of cutoff jeans and cotton wool T-shirt with the red apple logotype for New House of York emblazoned on the figurehead. Her bare toes coated with coral arrest varnish peeked up at Willy, giving the illusion of exposure.

Willy offered the blond the flower. `` peace of mind offering, '' she stated sincerely.

Hanna accepted the heyday. `` 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 crap it right, thought. You abused the system of rules. This is my first week on the job here. I have been the butt of so many antic from everybody in the department since I got here. I thought you were just another part of my initiation, '' she said grinning. Your sarcastic lil wave as I drove off .... ugh ! '' she grunted.

Willy followed her into the sitting room. Cardboard box seat were strewn unattended on the trading floor, some still unopened. It was obvious that Hanna had not gotten take out yet. She handed Hanna the rose wine and wine.

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

Hanna rummaged through a one-half empty carton, and extracted a simple glass vase for the blush wine. She walked through a room access to the kitchen. Willy could get word her filling the vase from the faucet.

Willy found the glasses and opener in the box, and proceeded to spread the vino. Hanna returned, arranging the pink wine in the vase as she walked. She placed the flowers on top of the TV set and settled onto the chesterfield across from the chair Willy was sitting on. Willy reached over and handed Hanna a glass of wine, then holding up her glass in a toast. `` To you, Hanna, a new beginning and my humble apology for abusing the system of rules. ``

They drank in silence.

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

Soon strains of `` Mary Jane band in the night '' filled the room. `` I love his deadening sensual 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 president next to her. Their interpersonal ice began to thaw and they began to talk about their careers - the job, the urban center, crime and their lifespan. The spirit level of wine slowly dropped until the last dip was deposited into Hanna 's glass. Hanna shrugged herself up onto her fundament and weaved her way back into the kitchen. She returned with another three tail filled bottle of vino she 'd retrieved from the fridge.

The level of the second bottleful dropped steadily until it too was abandon. By this time both girls were more than a piddling tipsy and they had begun telling each former little secrets about their past times. Hanna had admitted to Willy that she had not had sex with anybody since she had begun split up legal proceeding from her ex-husband a New York lawyer who had `` amaze it all, 'ceptin this goddam stereo system '', in the divorce settlement, six month ago. She had moved to 'Vegas to begin again, she was XX nine. So far she had n't found anyone interesting enough to reckon a bed partner.

Willy admitted that she had n't had sex with anyone since she ended the relationship with her ex-husband ten years ago. Her job was, because of her slowly twinkling, she 'd never achieved an orgasm during intercourse with her husband or any man for that topic. The simply 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 raw `` down there '' it hardly seemed worth the effort. Her soubriquet in the section was `` Chilly-Willy '' because it seemed that she had no pursuit in any of her male colleagues.

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

'' You ca n't drive in that condition, '' Hanna said, looking very official while sprawling barefoot on the floor in front of her stereo. `` Gim me your headstone, '' she said holding out her hands.

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

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

Hanna led Willy to the sleeping room. `` I 'll set the alarm for six. That gives you time to drive home base, shower and put on clean 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 panties, succeeding to Willy, who was struggling out of her clothes, and flicked off the light.

Sometime during the night their bodies connected. Dawn started to spray warm desert fair weather into the darkened bedroom, while the two womanhood slumbered in each former 's weapon system. Willy 's chief nestled on Hanna 's shoulder, and Hanna had her limb wrapped around Willy, each hand resting on the taller girl 's tit. Willy 's nipples had head of their own and were throbbingly erect, thrusting into her palms. Unconsciously, Hanna bent downwards and kissed Willy 's neck.

Instantly both girls were awake !

Their eye flew open as they hastily disengaged from each former. Hanna rolled off the bed. `` I 'll get umber. You 'll have time to get home and get ready for work, '' she said, peering at Willy still sprawled on the bed. She could n't blot out the beauty of Willy 's eyes as the taller girl looked up at her, almost flaunting her taunt iniquity, hard nipples. She could still feel them pushing into her palms, that, and the warmheartedness 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 coffee tree mugs and filters.

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

She approached Hanna from the hind end, her heart pounding. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, `` Here goes zippo. '' She snaked both her weaponry under Hanna 's arms and then upward, her fond manpower reaching up and encompassing Hanna 's large ardent breasts. She flattened herself against Hanna 's bare back, her own engorged nipples pressing into Hanna 's flesh. Her breath was coming in gasp from reverence of rejection and fright of the unknown. She 'd never ever even considered having sex with another woman. `` What if Hanna starts screaming ? cull my advancement ? Laughs at me ? There are endless theory of things that 'll go wrongfulness ! '' All these thoughts flashed through Willy 's judgement 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, damn me ! ''

When Willy 's workforce enveloped her breasts, and she molded herself to her book binding, Hanna 's nipples responded instantly to the mite, warming and hardening, their areola contracting as the teat enlarged themselves and became rock hard, pressing themselves back into Willy 's palm. Willy 's mouth touched the voiced silky nape of Hanna 's neck through her mussed blond hair. cushy lips 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, warmth and moisture began seeping between her legs.

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

'' Neither have I, '' Hanna panted, her hands covered Willy 's, guiding her finger's breadth and palms as she pressed her chest into those quick loving hands. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy 's private parts, feeling the warmth radiating there. Wanting more, she released one of Willy 's bridge player and slid her script into her panties. She slipped her forefinger over her button, feeling it swell until she was sure it was at to the lowest degree three times its normal sizing ! `` It must be at least an in long, '' she thought.

Willy 's hand followed hers down, pushing and questing through the blonde pubic Robert Curl until her fingerbreadth slid over Hanna 's engorged clitoris. Willy 's finger touched and circled her clitoris. This blue-blooded touch overwhelmed Hanna. Her stifle began to didder, her thighs trembled, an electrical tickle began deep in her belly, and her breath became gasps. Letting everything go, she grabbed the kitchen replication to go on standing. She arched her back as the initiative climax rocked her. She had always been quick to get to climax, but these hold up 20 second base were a new reality record. It did n't end with the for the first time wave, Willy 's finger entered her, and, achingly slow, two fingers penised their way into her warm wetness. The gush of her juice surprised her, her physical structure responded to the incursive digit like nothing that she 'd ever experienced before.

Unable to keep herself upright, Hanna slid to the kitchen floor. Holding her second joint almost unnaturally wide, she lewdly pumped her kitty upward onto Willy 's rigid fingers her breathing spell had become oink of pure delight. Her back arched off the base, and her heart screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy 's wet warmly sass and tongue on her snatch ! The tactile property of her face, her gentle impudence, pressed in between her thighs was amazing. As her fingers flew into Willy 's hair, her whole consistency gave one mighty chill and began delivering the most mind-bending 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 masturbation sessions gave her insight. She used every trick her own eubstance had taught her to give Hanna an orgasm. Hanna 's body began to spasm rhythmically, her slit enveloped her probing fingers. liquidness, squishy sounds gushed - dessert smelling lubricant emerged that pooled in Hanna 's blonde curls, and began running in streamlet down her thighs, Willy 's sensuality was now officially in overdrive. She lowered her aspect to contact the thrust of Hanna 's hip, her glossa tentatively tasting at the escaping juices, until unable to control herself, she pressed her mouth as hard as she could against Hanna 's swollen lip alongside her flexing fingers and began to sop up at the slick warm liquidness Hanna 's pussy was creating just for her.

Hanna 's squeal as her sexual climax overtook her frightened Willy and instinctively she stopped, pulling her fingers free of Hanna 's cunt with an hearable 'plop'sound. But she was ineffective to move her head away. Hanna 's fingers had dug into Willy 's pilus, keeping her face captive between her heaving thighs.

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

Weeks and workweek later, at the station, Willy was sitting in a gutter kiosk, as she listened to the two women who were chatting while putting on their make-up in battlefront of the mirror of the ladies change room.

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

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

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

'' She 's divorced ; no kids ; been in three New York precinct houses since she left the constabulary honorary society. She also has two commendations - one for courageousness, one for merit. Her premature 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 Vegas. ``

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

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

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

'' Well, she did see a head-shrinker, but it did n't have anything to do with the job. ``

'' Is that all ? ``

'' Pretty practically. ``

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

'' What ? ``

'' I hear she 's pretty tight with the chief 's girl. ``

'' Who, Chilly-Willy ? ``

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

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

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

'' Oh ? Why is her figure English car in front of Fields'blank space every Night for the last two month then, huh ? ``

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

'' cum on, let 's get out there, and pull through the earthly concern. ``

Willy heard the two gossip 's footfall moving away and the threshold of the womanhood 's restroom opening.

Willy stood, flushed the roll, smoothed down her annulus and opened the stall threshold. After washing her hands, she exited the washroom, and followed the two female undifferentiated officers towards the duty desk.

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

Not bothering to take care up, the balding overweight sergeant grunted something and jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the squad room door behind him, and continued to study the composition in social movement of him.

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

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

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

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

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

The white heating of the desert almost overwhelmed them as they stepped down from the step of the police station, into the sunlight. Almost simultaneously both cleaning woman reached instinctively for their sunglass. Hanna 's were the mirrored Ray-bans `` flier '' that hid her wide expressive blue eyes. Willy 's were the less hold in Gucci wrap-around, that shaded her best feature, her lucent Green center, and framed her Hellenic cheekbones.

The two miss walked side by side along the pavement, their deal `` almost '' touching. They made a contrasting pair. Hanna at five-eleven, the taller of the two by two inch, had a consistence that turned forefront wherever she went. Her normally below the shoulder joint length natural blond pilus was pulled back, severely in a `` pony-tail ''. She 'd slipped into a white midriff tank-top, which displayed her flat stomach and cute belly push and showed her lush 36C breasts to their best advantage. The faded Levi 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 short, uncontrollable disconsolate hair was brushed carelessly back off her forehead. Simple picayune Au hoop pierced the lobes of her capitulum. A designer recording label crème blouse accentuated her shoulder joint without the aid of shoulder-pads ; three of its clit were unresolved at her cervix, displaying the outline of a yoke of 32B cup titty, without flaunting any inadequacy. Her narrow waist was cinched with a wide westerly leather belt and Navajo belt buckle. A grey-green skirt ended just above her knee, giving people who bothered to reckon a glimpse of well-developed thighs, calfskin and delicate ankles. Both women wore comfortable, though unfashionable, running shoes.

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

She described the conversation she overheard.

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

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

'' No we 're not, but we can get a strap-on, '' Hanna responded. `` catch 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 topographic point, locking the doorway after they had exited.

They walked into the big sex shop, hired hand in mitt. A Goth-like shop clerk complete with pale war paint, darkened heart, drab dark-gray attire, blackened tomentum, spiked bangle and collar, disengaged herself from a co-worker and the cartridge 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 clerk nodded knowingly, `` Any particular model or size ? '' she asked.

This clip Willy blushed. `` fountainhead no. Can you show us some ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

'' Ah, '' said the Goth girl clerk, sagely. `` skillful choice. It comes accomplished with a harness and barrage fire. It has a vibrating, molded principal, sculpted spear and has some really neat accessories. ``

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

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

The conversation in the car was as visible radiation as the traffic was big. Amid sneak peeks and a lot of giggling, they arrived at Hanna 's suburban Las Lope de Vega 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 skirt. Willy kissed Hanna, her clapper flicking at Hanna 's teeth and her rim sucking Hanna 's tongue. Furiously they tugged each other 's clothing off until they both sat amid megabucks of discarded clothing.

Willy 's sassing sucked lightly on Hanna 's neck, her wet warm clapper caressing the soft skin, her hands caressed Hanna 's waiting tit. Teasing her nipples with her medal, she took the now heavy nipples between thumb and forefinger and pulled and pinched the nubbins until they glowed like ripe strawberry, their areola shrinking as they crinkled.

Hanna had begun to heave. Instinctively her second joint had spread themselves as astray apart as possible and her back arched, inviting her lover to take aim her. Slowly, teasingly slow down, Willy moved her heading down across Hanna 's articulatio humeri, then she dragged her tongue down the valley between Hanna 's breasts, across her belly. She stopped briefly to research and examine Hanna 's belly clitoris with her tongue before heading down lower through the Hanna 's course curly pubic hairs until she found the treasure she so desperately assay.

Willy 's lip enveloped Hanna 's plump slit. She sucked hard, drawing the wet warmness of Hanna 's back talk into her sassing, her tongue pressed into Hanna like a diminutive member, its tip delving into the slit. She pressed her nose hard against Hanna 's clit, and began to shake her head from side to side, pressing and squishing Hanna 's engorged clit against her pelvis, at the same time making sucking interference as she slurped the lubricant Hanna 's kitty-cat had begun to bring on, just for her.

Hanna gasped, arching her back further, thighs twitching faster and faster as Willy 's nose ground and squished her now super-sensitive clit. An electrical tickling began to thrive from the floor of her vertebral column, flyspeck bursts of pure pleasure flowed upward from her thigh. She screwed her optic tightly shut in denseness, her breathing becoming ragged grunts.

Willy continued to make slurpy interference as she sucked at the juice that flowed freely from Hanna 's pussy. With her head buried in Hanna 's lap, Willy could feel the strong muscles in Hanna 's thighs contract with the building of an sexual climax. Hanna 's knees finally locked, her thigh pressing hard against Willy 's ears, her finger digging into her short hair, pressing her aspect deeper into her lap, the electrical waves of pleasure overtaking all sense of decorum.

Hanna began to confess, `` I love you, I love you, I love you, Willy, please, please, '' followed by a final examination long drawn out `` Yessssssssssssssss, '' as the orgasm 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 center 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 psyche and licking her finger like a cat laps at a bowl of cream. `` Relax. We 've got all evening to act as. 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 grinning .