Willy was a cop, daughter of a cop, a sister to cops and cousin to many cops. A few calendar month before her thirty-sixth birthday, she was slenderize, standing five foot nine with the panoptic shoulder joint, flattish chest, and slim articulatio coxae with the incredibly potent thigh of a bather. She loved water, and still swam when she got the chance. She had suddenly rambunctious dingy hair that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable feature article were her eyes. They were great ; the colouring material of a hazy sea, sometimes gray, changing to jade park, depending on her climate. With classic malar bone, a beautiful fount, slender body, she still got carded when entering a bar where she was n't known.

She helped the vice squad out from time to clip, stake-outs, dressing in a plaid micro-mini and stiletto dog and halter-tops, yearn wig, padded bra and short ton of make up ; it was not something she overly enjoyed. Being a detective, she loved, solving oracular robberies, catching `` scam-artists '', that flocked to Vega, getting them `` off the street ''. This was her spirit. She enjoyed most early aspects of her life history, as a peace officer, the camaraderie, the sense she was making a difference. Like most cops, she hated the necessary paperwork and endless court coming into court that went alongside any arrest. 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 substance shortcoming, simply put, it beat ten to fifteen beat a bit slower than average. Heart specializer had no therapeutic for the defect. The slower heart rate had given her a unanimous phlegmatical mindset on aliveness that even her go bad marriage and divorce could not shake.

Willy was late. The traffic on the freeway was light, almost non-existent, so she pressed the gas just a little harder. The 1963 Jaguar E-type was her only extravagance. It had cost her a fortune to rebuild from the hulk she had discovered at an auto graveyard in the desert just outside of the city. The Gemini chromed exhaust system fuss and growled as the silklike car dig forward at a greater pace. The monthly backyard family barbeque at her parent 's menage, with her comrade and cousins was something she hated to miss.

She had restored the Brits variation car herself ; her chum and dad worn out countless hours helping her to repair it, to the level it had first been driven off the mill lot in Coventry England 40 odd year ago. The paintwork gleamed British Racing Green. Each piece of chrome had been re-chromed and burnished until they shone. The locomotive engine and running gear had been sent back to the ostracism mill where it had been blueprinted and retooled to consent the higher octane, lead-free gasoline of the clock time, rather than the leaded pollutant it had originally been created to run on. The leather of the interior was buttercup brown, an exact duplicate of the tardy '80 models, with soft as a glove the well-situated bucket seats that enveloped the person sitting in them. The splasher and steering wheel had gone to a Felis onca specialist in California, the walnut refurbished, standard of measurement 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 Elwyn Brooks White revolving lights on the patrol car lit up behind her, stabbed her eye in the rear-view mirror and she lifted off the gas and coasted to a stop 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 foot ten inches. She filled the khaki uniform, as if she had been poured into it. There was not a bingle wrinkle in the starched khaki uniform, which she could see. The basket-weaved double-clasped `` Sam Brown '' leather bash around her passementerie waist slanted down on her left side, and supported a holstered semi robotic shooting iron and pocket for spare ammunition and regulation handcuffs. Her blonde hair was tied back, as per the regularisation, in a ponytail, that flowed out of the back of her baseball game cap. Mirrored `` aeronaut '' Raybans hid and shielded her centre from the desert limelight, making it hard to estimate her age.

'' I clocked you at seventy six miles per hour, ma'am. The speed limit posted for this part of the superhighway is fifty-five. May I see your license and proof of registration please ? ``

Willy fished in her bag and withdrew her billfold and handed it to the officer, gold badge open, identifying herself as a companion peace ship's officer. `` Hi '', she greeted, `` Willy Smits, underground situation, `` she said brightly.

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

Willy sighed, leaned over to the boxing glove box and withdrew the pink ownership theme and handed them to the interfering womanhood, along with her charge plate device driver license card.

'' The fastness I clocked you at is above the level I can emerge you a speeding ticket for. regulation 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular dealings on highways of Nevada State clearly states that when a vehicle is measured doing a speeding in excess of twenty miles per 60 minutes over the carry hurrying terminus ad quem, it be impounded and that a summons be issued to the driver for a court case. I have to impound this vehicle, and issue you a warrantee to come out in court, Detective Smits. volition you step out of the fomite please ? I will radio for a tow-truck to take your vehicle to seize. Do you necessitate to contact anyone for alternate 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 minuscule professional good manners ? '' She asked.

The blond patrolwoman answered sarcastically, `` Were you being professional by breaking the speed limitation, 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 foreland resigned to the fact that the policewoman was life-threatening. She dug into her bag and pulled out her cellular 'phone, while unbuckling her guard belt. She pulled herself out of the seat and stood beside her honey Jaguar. She punched buttons of her 'phone, and waited till the company she called answered. `` Hi Mom, is Dad there ? Yah, yah, I know everybody is there. I know I 'm later and that the burgers 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 phone. `` Hi Dad, can you bring in me ? I 'm on highway thirty five about five miles 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 Fields, has just impounded it and is going to have it towed. Yes, o.k. Dad, hold on. ''

Willy handed the cellular headphone to the blonde policewoman. '' Its Deputy-Chief privy Smits. He would like a Holy Scripture with you. ``

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

'' You are free to go officer Smits. My excuse 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 rubber, to make an illegal U-turn over the varicoloured median and drumhead back the way she had originally come.

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

Her dad and brothers, most of her full cousin, as well as many other relation were on the force. The merriment of the occasion was not lost on her family. Her dad admonished her for the phone outcry while her crony teased her all afternoon. Chilly-Willy became Leadfoot and Speed-demon.

As the afternoon slowly descended into ahead of time evening, and the barbeque transformed into a game of family tactile sensation football, Willy turned to her founder. `` Dad, can you get me Hanna orbit'home address ? '' She handed him her cell. Her dad punched in his office number and spoke to the shop assistant on duty. He wrote the address on a sheet of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.

Dusk became evening as the various family members began packing up and her parent 's private road and social movement yard no longer resembled a parking lot. Willy headed back towards the city, at the brand speed limit. She made a scant stoppage at an all hours liquor store, and the florist alongside it. The jaguar coasted to a check outside a small home in a middle-income area of the metropolis. The garden was sparsely populated. A white Honda still displaying New York plates was parked in the driveway. Tall unmowed grass showed that the occupant spent little prison term `` 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 door, Willy noted that Hanna 's eyes were china blue devil. She was dressed in a pair of cutoff dungaree and cotton wool jersey with the red apple logo for New York emblazoned on the front. Her bare toes coated with coral pick up varnish peeked up at Willy, giving the illusion of vulnerability.

Willy offered the blonde the flowers. `` peacefulness offering, '' she stated sincerely.

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

'' I really am sorry, Hanna. I can predict you Hanna, ca n't I ? '' Willy asked.

Hanna shrugged as she answered, `` I guess, although it still does n't make it right, thought. You abused the system. This is my first week on the job here. I have been the goat of so many jokes from everybody in the department since I got here. I thought you were just another part of my knowledgeability, '' she said grinning. Your sarcastic lil wave as I drove off .... ugh ! '' she grunted.

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

'' Let me find 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 recover an unfastener and glasses in there, probably near the undersurface. ''

Hanna rummaged through a half evacuate carton, and extracted a uncomplicated chalk vase for the roses. She walked through a door to the kitchen. Willy could take heed 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 roses in the vase as she walked. She placed the flower on top of the TV set and settled onto the Philip Dormer Stanhope across from the chairman Willy was sitting on. Willy reached over and handed Hanna a chicken feed of vino, then holding up her field glass in a toast. `` To you, Hanna, a new beginning and my mortify excuse for abusing the scheme. ``

They drank in silence.

'' Do you like music ? '' Hanna asked, pointing to an expensive-looking black-faced stereophony and huge box speaker. It 's all I managed to salvage from my divorcement. '' She slipped onto the storey in front of the stereo and selected a CD from a big money alongside the building block.

Soon strains of `` Smoke doughnut in the shadow '' filled the room. `` I love his slowly sensual rhythm, '' she said.

They sipped their wine and listened to the music, Hanna sitting cross legged in front end of the stereoscopic photograph and Willy on the chair next to her. Their interpersonal ice began to dethaw and they began to discuss their careers - the job, the city, crime and their animation. The degree of wine slowly dropped until the last bead was deposited into Hanna 's looking glass. Hanna shrugged herself up onto her feet and weaved her way back into the kitchen. She returned with another three one-fourth filled bottle of wine-coloured she 'd retrieved from the fridge.

The level of the second bottle dropped steadily until it too was vacate. By this time both girls were Thomas More than a piddling tipsy and they had begun telling each early little secrets about their pasts. Hanna had admitted to Willy that she had not had sex with anybody since she had begun disassociate proceedings from her ex-husband a New York attorney who had `` gotten it all, 'ceptin this goddam stereo '', in the divorce colonization, six months ago. She had moved to 'Vegas to start out again, she was twenty nine. So far she had n't found anyone interesting sufficiency to consider a bed partner.

Willy admitted that she had n't had sex with anyone since she ended the kinship with her ex-husband ten years ago. Her problem was, because of her dim heartbeat, she 'd never achieved an sexual climax during intercourse with her husband or any man for that subject. The only when way she could orgasm, was through lengthy school term of masturbation, which left her emotionally and physically drained. Some mornings after `` pleasuring herself '' she was so huffy `` 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 ft, peering at her sentinel. `` I really should be getting home, '' she said. `` I have to be on duty in footling over five hours."

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

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

Hanna struggled to her feet, and walked to Willy who still was rummaging through her bag for the Francis Scott Key. `` You can not drive sot, Willy. If you want, you can stay the dark. '' She pointed at the Philip Dormer Stanhope. `` You can spend the night on my sofa, or you can sleep in the bedroom. It 's a big bed and I 'm sure we 're both too drunk to take in around. ``

Hanna led Willy to the sleeping room. `` I 'll set the dismay for six. That gives you time to drive home, exhibitor and put on plumb undies, sweep your teeth and hooey. '' 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 nighttime their torso connected. Dawn started to spray warm desert sunshine into the darkened bedroom, while the two fair sex slumbered in each early 's arms. Willy 's mind nestled on Hanna 's berm, and Hanna had her arms wrapped around Willy, each hand resting on the taller girl 's chest. Willy 's teat had minds of their own and were throbbingly vertical, thrusting into her palm. Unconsciously, Hanna bent downwards and kissed Willy 's neck.

Instantly both young woman were awake !

Their eyes flew open as they hastily disengaged from each other. Hanna rolled off the bed. `` I 'll get coffee. You 'll have meter to get domicile and get ready for work, '' she said, peering at Willy still sprawled on the bed. She could n't blot out the lulu of Willy 's eyes as the taller girl looked up at her, almost flaunting her taunt wickedness, hard nipples. She could still feel them pushing into her palms, that, and the warmth 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 chocolate visage and filters.

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

She approached Hanna from the rear, her nerve hammering. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, `` Here goes cipher. '' She snaked both her weapons system under Hanna 's arms and then upward, her warm up hands reaching up and encompassing Hanna 's large lovesome breasts. She flattened herself against Hanna 's bare back, her own engorged tit pressing into Hanna 's chassis. Her breathing time 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 ? Rejects my advances ? Laughs at me ? There are sempiternal possibilities of affair that 'll go wrong ! '' All these intellection flashed through Willy 's mind as she committed herself and body to this beautiful woman.

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

When Willy 's hands enveloped her boob, and she molded herself to her backrest, Hanna 's nipple 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 mouth touched the voiced satiny scruff of Hanna 's neck through her muss blonde fuzz. mild rim kissed her, then Willy 's lingua began lapping where she had just been kissed. It sent diminutive prickling of pure ecstasy down Hanna 's spinal column. Automatically, high temperature and moisture began seeping between her legs.

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

'' Neither have I, '' Hanna panted, her work force covered Willy 's, guiding her finger and ribbon as she pressed her chest into those warm up loving hands. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy 's privates, feeling the warmth radiating there. Wanting more, she released one of Willy 's manus and slid her hand into her panties. She slipped her index finger over her clit, feeling it swell until she was sure it was at least three clock time its pattern size ! `` It must be at least an inch long, '' she thought.

Willy 's helping hand followed hers down, pushing and questing through the blonde pubic coil until her fingers slid over Hanna 's engorge button. Willy 's fingers touched and circled her clit. This pacify touch overwhelmed Hanna. Her knees began to shake, her thighs trembled, an electrical tickling began bass in her stomach, and her breathing place became gasps. Letting everything go, she grabbed the kitchen counter to keep standing. She arched her back as the first climax rocked her. She had always been ready to contact orgasm, but these last twenty seconds were a new world record. It did n't end with the low wave, Willy 's fingers entered her, and, achingly slow, two fingerbreadth penised their way into her affectionate wetness. The outpouring of her succus surprised her, her body responded to the invasive fingers like nothing that she 'd ever experienced before.

Unable to keep herself erect, Hanna slid to the kitchen floor. Holding her thighs almost unnaturally wide-eyed, she lewdly pumped her kitty-cat up onto Willy 's rigid finger's breadth her breath had become grunts of everlasting pleasure. Her back arched off the floor, and her centre screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy 's wet ardent oral cavity and glossa on her pussycat ! The feel of her nerve, her gentle brass, pressed in between her second joint was amazing. As her fingers flew into Willy 's hair, her solid eubstance gave one mighty shudder and began delivering the most mind-blowing coming she 'd ever experienced.

Willy was design on giving Hanna whatever she wanted. She 'd stick with her to the base. The experience of her own frustration during her onanism sessions gave her sixth sense. She used every john her own torso had taught her to give Hanna an sexual climax. Hanna 's trunk began to spasm rhythmically, her pussy enveloped her probing fingerbreadth. liquid state, squishy phone gushed - sweet smelling lubricant emerged that pooled in Hanna 's blond whorl, and began running in streamlet down her thighs, Willy 's sensuality was now officially in overdrive. She lowered her grimace to fulfill the thrust of Hanna 's pelvis, her glossa tentatively tasting at the escaping succus, until unable to control herself, she pressed her mouth as hard as she could against Hanna 's swollen brim alongside her flexing finger's breadth and began to suck at the slick warm liquid Hanna 's pussy was creating just for her.

Hanna 's squeal as her orgasm overtook her frightened Willy and instinctively she stopped, pulling her finger's breadth relieve of Hanna 's pussycat with an audible 'plop'sound. But she was unable to move her question away. Hanna 's fingers had dug into Willy 's hair, 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 shoulder and playing with an available ear, she groaned to the still kneeling Willy, `` Boy, do you ever make love how to cure a hang-over ! ``

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

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

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

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

'' She 's divorced ; no small fry ; been in three New House of York precinct houses since she left the police force academy. She also has two commendation - one for bravery, one for merit. Her previous Captain in New York recommended her for serjeant, but she was passed over because she had marital problems, then she asked to be transferred here to Vega. ``

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

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

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

'' Well, she did see a shrink, 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 stringent with the chief 's daughter. ``

'' Who, Chilly-Willy ? ``

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

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

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

'' Oh ? Why is her fancy English car in nominal head of bailiwick'station every night for the last two months then, huh ? ``

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

'' seed on, let 's get out there, and write the universe. ``

Willy heard the two comment 's pace moving away and the door of the woman 's restroom opening.

Willy stood, flushed the bowl, smoothed down her doll and opened the stall threshold. After washing her hands, she exited the washroom, and followed the two female person consistent officers towards the duty desk.

She approached the desk sergeant, flashing her badge. `` Hi, notice, '' she said. `` I 'm looking for Hanna William Claude Dukenfield. She finished her shift about half an minute ago, '' she stated.

Not bothering to await 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 papers in front end of him.

Willy walked into the squad room and found Hanna at a desk, completing every cop 's sorry incubus - 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 minutes, 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 paper by signing it with a flourish.

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

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

The white heating plant of the desert almost overwhelmed them as they stepped down from the steps of the police force post, into the sunshine. Almost simultaneously both char reached instinctively for their sunglasses. Hanna 's were the mirrored Ray-bans `` aviator '' that hid her wide expressive profane eyes. Willy 's were the less hold back Gucci wrap-around, that shaded her comfortably feature article, her luminous greens eye, and framed her Hellenic cheekbones.

The two young woman walked side by side along the pavement, their hands `` almost '' touching. They made a contrasting brace. Hanna at five-eleven, the taller of the two by two column inch, had a consistence that turned heads wherever she went. Her normally below the shoulder joint length instinctive blonde hair was pulled back, severely in a `` pony-tail ''. She 'd slipped into a whiten midriff tank-top, which displayed her mat tummy and cute belly clit and showed her alcoholic 36C breast to their undecomposed vantage. The faded St. Matthew the Apostle denims she 'd put on looked as though they were bought a size of it too minuscule and had shrunk in the wash.

In contrast, Willy 's suddenly, unruly coloured hair was brushed carelessly back off her forehead. dewy-eyed little gold hoop pierced the lobes of her spike. A interior decorator recording label crème blouse accentuated her shoulders without the aid of shoulder-pads ; three of its buttons were opened at her cervix, displaying the schema of a pair of 32B cup knocker, without flaunting any inadequacy. Her narrow waist was cinched with a broad western leather belt and Navaho belt buckle. A gray-green skirt ended just above her knee, giving people who bothered to expect a glimpse of well-developed thighs, calves 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 doorway and slipping behind the bike. She moved the car into the late good afternoon traffic, heading towards Hanna 's mansion.

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 smear in front of a well known sex shop. `` Lets get one there, '' she demanded mischievously.

Willy guided the Jag into the parking situation, locking the room access after they had exited.

They walked into the large sex shop, hand in hand. A Goth-like clerk accomplished with wan physical composition, darkened eyes, olive drab dark-gray dress, blackened hair, spiked watchband and collar, disengaged herself from a colleague and the magazine they were avidly reading. `` Can I assist you ma'am ? '' she asked.

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

The shop clerk nodded knowingly, `` Any special exemplar 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 mixture of dongs and strap-ons.

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

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

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

'' Ah, '' said the peasant girl clerk, sagely. `` undecomposed selection. It comes over with a harness and batteries. It has a vibrating, molded read/write head, sculpted shaft and has some really neat accessory. ``

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

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

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

Once inside, they fell into each former 's arms on the couch, in the session way. Hanna 's arms snaked around Willy 's waist, unbuckling the belt and tugging at the chick. Willy kissed Hanna, her tongue flicking at Hanna 's dentition and her sassing sucking Hanna 's tongue. Furiously they tugged each other 's article of clothing off until they both sat amid big bucks of toss clothing.

Willy 's mouth sucked lightly on Hanna 's cervix, her wet ardent tongue caressing the delicate skin, her script caressed Hanna 's waiting breasts. Teasing her nipples with her palms, she took the now big mammilla between thumb and index finger and pulled and pinched the nubbins until they glowed like ripe strawberry mark, their areola shrinking as they crinkled.

Hanna had begun to pant. Instinctively her thigh had spread themselves as wide-cut apart as possible and her back arched, inviting her devotee to take her. Slowly, teasingly slack, Willy moved her head down across Hanna 's articulatio humeri, then she dragged her spit down the vale between Hanna 's breasts, across her belly. She stopped briefly to search and examine Hanna 's belly button with her tongue before heading down lower through the Hanna 's line curly pubic hairs until she found the treasure she so desperately sought.

Willy 's mouth enveloped Hanna 's plump slit. She sucked hard, drawing the wet passion of Hanna 's rim into her mouth, her lingua pressed into Hanna like a tiny member, its tip delving into the slit. She pressed her nose hard against Hanna 's clit, and began to shake her brain from slope to side, pressing and squishing Hanna 's engorged clit against her pelvis, at the same clip making sucking noises as she slurped the lubricator Hanna 's twat had begun to produce, just for her.

Hanna gasped, arching her rachis further, thighs twitching faster and faster as Willy 's nose background and squished her now super-sensitive clitoris. An electrical tickle began to expand from the fundament of her spine, flyspeck bursts of sodding pleasance flowed upward from her thighs. She screwed her eyes tightly shut in density, her breathing becoming ragged grunts.

Willy continued to give slurpy noises as she sucked at the juice that flowed freely from Hanna 's pussy. With her principal buried in Hanna 's lap, Willy could feel the strong muscularity in Hanna 's thighs contract bridge with the construction of an orgasm. Hanna 's knees finally locked, her thigh pressing hard against Willy 's ears, her digit digging into her short whisker, pressing her face deeper into her lap, the electrical waving of pleasance overtaking all sense of decorum.

Hanna began to squeal, `` 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 bass inside her belly and exploded with an ecstatic shuddering that took her hint away.

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

'' I love you too, my baby daughter, '' Willy answered, lifting her head and licking her finger's breadth like a cat circuit at a bowl of cream. `` Relax. We 've got all evening to run. We 'll use the strap-on after dinner party. ``

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

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