Willy was a cop, daughter of a cop, a baby to bull and cousin to many cops. A few months before her thirty-sixth natal day, she was slim, standing five human foot nine with the wide shoulders, flattish dresser, and svelte hips with the incredibly powerful thigh of a swimmer. She loved water, and still swam when she got the chance. She had shortstop unruly dark hair that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable lineament were her oculus. They were large ; the colours of a misty sea, sometimes Asa Gray, changing to jade green, depending on her mood. With Greco-Roman zygomatic bone, a beautiful face, svelte torso, she still got carded when entering a bar where she was n't known.

She helped the vice squad out from time to time, stake-outs, dressing in a plaid micro-mini and stiletto heels and halter-tops, long wigs, padded bra and tons of make up ; it was not something she overly enjoyed. Being a detective, she loved, solving puzzling looting, catching `` scam-artists '', that flocked to Vegas, getting them `` off the street ''. This was her spirit. She enjoyed most other facet of her career, as a peace police officer, the comradeliness, the sentiency she was making a conflict. Like most copper, she hated the necessary paperwork and sempiternal courtyard appearances that went alongside any stay. In addition, she shot `` Sniper '' with her customs Winchester 30.06 and was a member of the honored S.W.A.T.

She had been born with a warmness mar, simply put, it beat ten to fifteen beats a minute slower than norm. Heart medical specialist had no cure for the flaw. The dim heart charge per unit had given her a solid phlegmatic outlook on life history that even her run out marriage and divorcement could not shake.

Willy was late. The traffic on the freeway was clean, almost non-existent, so she pressed the gas just a minuscule harder. The 1963 Jaguar E-type was her solitary extravagance. It had cost her a destiny to reconstruct from the heavyweight she had discovered at an auto burial site in the desert just outside of the urban center. The twin chromed exhausts spat and growled as the aerodynamic car shot forward at a greater step. The monthly backyard family barbeque at her parent 's household, with her blood brother and cousins was something she hated to miss.

She had restored the British people mutation car herself ; her brothers and dad spent countless hours helping her to cheer it, to the head it had first been driven off the factory lot in ostracism England XL odd years ago. The paintwork gleamed British Racing super acid. Each man of chrome had been re-chromed and burnished until they shone. The Engine and running gear wheel had been sent back to the banishment factory where it had been blueprinted and retooled to have the higher octane, nonleaded 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 University, an exact extra of the later '80 good example, with gentle as a glove the comfortable bucket bottom that enveloped the somebody sitting in them. The splasher and steering wheel had gone to a Panthera onca specialist in Calif., the walnut tree refurbished, gauge replaced, and the leather re-stitched so that it appeared new and unblemished.

Her concentration was shattered by the squawk of a temptress behind her, the red and white revolving lights on the cruiser lit up behind her, stabbed her optic in the rear-view mirror and she lifted off the gas and coasted to a full stop on the shoulder of the road.

The cop who exited from the police cruiser looked like a poster-girl for female person 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 single wrinkle in the starched khaki uniform, which she could see. The basket-weaved double-clasped `` Sam John Brown '' leather rap around her well-kept waistline slanted down on her left face, and supported a holstered semi machinelike pistol and pouches for part with ammunition and regulation handcuffs. 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 glare, making it voiceless to estimate her age.

'' I clocked you at seventy six stat mi per hour, Ma'am. The focal ratio limit posted for this section of the freeway is 55. May I see your license and proof of registration please ? ``

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

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

Willy sighed, leaned over to the glove box and withdrew the pink ownership papers and handed them to the officious fair sex, along with her credit card drivers license card.

'' The speed I clocked you at is above the level I can issue you a speeding ticket for. regularization 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular traffic on highways of Nevada state clearly states that when a vehicle is measured doing a stop number in nimiety of twenty miles per hour over the carry speed limit, it be impounded and that a summons be issued to the driver for a homage case. I have to impound this vehicle, and issue you a endorsement to come out in court, Detective Smits. will you step out of the vehicle please ? I will radio for a tow-truck to call for your vehicle to impound. Do you need to contact anyone for take turns transport, or shall I drive you to the penny-pinching bus station ? Perhaps you would opt 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 little pro good manners ? '' She asked.

The blond patrolwoman answered sarcastically, `` Were you being master by breaking the speed demarcation line, 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 capitulum resigned to the fact that the police matron was life-threatening. She dug into her purse and pulled out her cellular 'phone, while unbuckling her refuge swath. She pulled herself out of the backside and stood beside her darling Felis onca. 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 late and that the burgers are on the barbeque. Can I talk to Dad delight ? ``

She waited, holding the telephone to her ear. After a few seconds her dad came the telephone. `` Hi Dad, can you get me ? I 'm on highway XXX five about five stat mi from you ? No, no, the car is ticket, in fact your traffic patrolwoman, um ... '' she squinted at the atomic number 79 badge above the khaki uniform pocket, `` Officer playing area, has just impounded it and is going to possess it towed. Yes, all right Dad, clutches on. ''

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

Hanna line of business took the offered speech sound and spoke. `` Hello this is Officer subject field, Deputy-Chief. Yes sir, but ... but I have followed the correct procedure in this fount. I clocked the vehicle at seventy-six mi per hour. Yes sir, Chief. I understand. Thank you sir. '' She flushed as she handed the Motorola back to Willy.

'' You are free to go policeman Smits. My apologies for detaining you. '' She turned, stalked to her patrol car with as much dignity as she could muster up, climbed in, revved the motor and proceeded, with a squeal of rubber, to ready 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 delight her family barbeque.

Her dad and brothers, most of her cousins, as well as many other relatives were on the force out. The gaiety of the occasion was not lost on her family unit. Her dad admonished her for the phone birdsong while her brothers teased her all good afternoon. Chilly-Willy became Leadfoot and Speed-demon.

As the afternoon slowly descended into betimes evening, and the barbecue transformed into a game of family spot football, Willy turned to her father. `` Dad, can you get me Hanna Fields'home speech ? '' She handed him her cell. Her dad punched in his bureau numeral and spoke to the shop clerk on duty. He wrote the reference on a sheet of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.

evenfall became evening as the various kinsperson members began packing up and her parent 's driveway and front K no longer resembled a parking lot. Willy headed back towards the city, at the station pep pill limit. She made a short occlusion at an all hour liquor store, and the florist alongside it. The Panthera onca coasted to a point outside a small family in a middle-income area of the metropolis. The garden was sparsely populated. A Theodore Harold White Honda still displaying New House of York plates was parked in the driveway. Tall unmowed Mary Jane showed that the resident spent fiddling time `` smelling the prime ''.

Willy stepped up and knocked on the battlefront door, holding the cluster 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. She was dressed in a pair of shortcut jeans and cotton fiber T-shirt with the red Malus pumila logo for New York emblazoned on the front end. Her bare toes coated with coral nail varnish peeked up at Willy, giving the illusion of vulnerability.

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

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

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

Hanna shrugged as she answered, `` I guess, although it still does n't clear it right, thought. You abused the system of rules. This is my get-go workweek on the job here. I have been the buttocks of so many jocularity 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 boxwood were strewn unattended on the floor, some still unopened. It was obvious that Hanna had not gotten unpack yet. She handed Hanna the roses and wine.

'' Let me find a vase and put these in some water. take care in that box. '' She pointed to an unopened box near the chairman Willy was sitting on. You should notice an opener and glasses in there, probably near the bottom. ''

Hanna rummaged through a half evacuate cartonful, and extracted a simple field glass vase for the rosebush. She walked through a door to the kitchen. Willy could hear her filling the vase from the faucet.

Willy found the glasses and unfastener in the box, and proceeded to open the vino. Hanna returned, arranging the roses in the vase as she walked. She placed the efflorescence 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 methamphetamine in a toast. `` To you, Hanna, a new get-go and my baseborn apology for abusing the system. ``

They drank in silence.

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

Soon strains of `` sess rings in the dark '' filled the room. `` I love his wearisome sensual rhythm, '' she said.

They sipped their wine and listened to the music, Hanna sitting cross legged in front of the stereo and Willy on the chair next to her. Their interpersonal ice began to unthaw and they began to discuss their vocation - the job, the city, crime and their life history. The point of wine slowly dropped until the last drop curtain was deposited into Hanna 's meth. Hanna shrugged herself up onto her animal foot and weaved her way back into the kitchen. She returned with another three fourth filled bottleful of wine she 'd retrieved from the fridge.

The level of the secondment bottle dropped steadily until it too was empty. By this time both girls were more than a lilliputian tipsy and they had begun telling each other little secrets about their past tense. Hanna had admitted to Willy that she had not had sex with anybody since she had begun disjoint proceeding from her ex-husband a New York lawyer who had `` flummox it all, 'ceptin this goddam stereo '', in the divorce settlement, six months ago. She had moved to 'Vegas to begin again, she was twenty nine. So far she had n't found anyone interesting adequate to consider a bed married person.

Willy admitted that she had n't had sex with anyone since she ended the relationship with her ex-husband ten years ago. Her problem was, because of her retard blink of an eye, she 'd never achieved an climax during relation with her husband or any man for that matter. The but way she could orgasm, was through drawn-out Roger Sessions of masturbation, which left her emotionally and physically drained. Some dawning after `` pleasuring herself '' she was so sensitive `` down there '' it hardly seemed worth the sweat. Her cognomen 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 foundation, peering at her ticker. `` I really should be getting abode, '' she said. `` I have to be on tariff in little over five hours."

'' You ca n't labour in that condition, '' Hanna said, looking very official while sprawling barefoot on the floor in front of her stereo. `` Gim me your winder, '' 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 keys. `` You can not repulse drunk, Willy. If you want, you can stay on the night. '' She pointed at the chesterfield. `` You can spend the Night on my redact, or you can sleep in the sleeping accommodation. It 's a big bed and I 'm sure we 're both too drunk to fool around. ``

Hanna led Willy to the bedroom. `` I 'll set the alarm for six. That gives you time to drive home, exhibitor and put on blank undies, brush your teeth and stuff. '' She pushed Willy onto the bed, hastily pulling off her own tee shirt and jeans. She climbed onto the bed wearing only her panty, next to Willy, who was struggling out of her wearing apparel, and flicked off the light.

Sometime during the Nox their body connected. Dawn started to spray quick desert sunshine into the darkened bedroom, while the two women slumbered in each other 's weapons system. Willy 's head nestled on Hanna 's shoulder, and Hanna had her blazon wrapped around Willy, each hand resting on the taller young woman 's breasts. Willy 's nipples had thinker of their own and were throbbingly set up, thrusting into her palm tree. Unconsciously, Hanna bent downwards and kissed Willy 's neck.

Instantly both young woman were awake !

Their middle flew open as they hastily disengaged from each former. Hanna rolled off the bed. `` I 'll get deep brown. You 'll have time to get home and get set for work, '' she said, peering at Willy still sprawled on the bed. She could n't spot out the dish of Willy 's middle as the taller girl looked up at her, almost flaunting her taunt dark, surd nipple. She could still feel them pushing into her medallion, that, and the warmth that Willy 's soundbox had radiated.

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

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

She approached Hanna from the arse, her essence pounding. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, `` Here goes nothing. '' She snaked both her subdivision under Hanna 's arms and then upward, her warm hands reaching up and encompassing Hanna 's large warm breasts. She flattened herself against Hanna 's bare back, her own engorged mammilla pressing into Hanna 's flesh. Her breath was coming in gasps from fear of rejection and veneration of the unknown. She 'd never ever even considered having sex with another woman. `` What if Hanna starts screaming ? reject my procession ? laughter at me ? There are endless hypothesis of things that 'll go ill-timed ! '' 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 breath. `` God what an idiot I am. She 's gon na freak out, damn me ! ''

When Willy 's handwriting enveloped her white meat, and she molded herself to her back, Hanna 's mammilla responded instantly to the touch, warming and hardening, their areola catching as the mammilla enlarged themselves and became rock hard, pressing themselves back into Willy 's laurel wreath. Willy 's mouth touched the soft silky nucha of Hanna 's neck through her mussed blonde tomentum. Soft sassing kissed her, then Willy 's spit began lapping where she had just been kissed. It sent tiny tingles of pure ecstasy down Hanna 's spine. Automatically, passion and wet 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 mitt covered Willy 's, guiding her fingers and palms as she pressed her chest into those warm loving hands. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy 's crotch, feeling the passion radiating there. Wanting more, she released one of Willy 's hands and slid her hand into her panties. She slipped her forefinger over her clitoris, feeling it swell until she was sure it was at least three sentence its normal sizing ! `` It must be at least an inch long, '' she thought.

Willy 's hired hand followed hers down, pushing and questing through the blonde pubic lock until her fingers slid over Hanna 's engorged clitoris. Willy 's finger touched and circled her clit. This gentle touch overwhelmed Hanna. Her stifle began to sway, her thighs trembled, an electrical tickle began deep in her belly, and her breathing place became gasps. Letting everything go, she grabbed the kitchen counter to keep standing. She arched her back as the first sexual climax rocked her. She had always been spry to reach climax, but these last twenty dollar bill arcsecond were a new world track record. It did n't end with the first wave, Willy 's finger entered her, and, achingly tedious, two fingers penised their way into her warmly wetness. The outpouring of her juice surprised her, her body responded to the encroaching finger like goose egg that she 'd ever experienced before.

Unable to keep herself tumid, Hanna slid to the kitchen level. Holding her thighs almost unnaturally all-embracing, she lewdly pumped her purulent upward onto Willy 's stiff fingers her hint had become oink of perfect pleasure. Her back arched off the floor, and her center screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy 's wet warmly mouth and tongue on her snatch ! The look of her fount, her flabby cheeks, pressed in between her second joint was amazing. As her fingers flew into Willy 's hair, her whole body gave one mighty shudder and began delivering the most mind-bending orgasm she 'd ever experienced.

Willy was purpose on giving Hanna whatever she wanted. She 'd followed her to the flooring. The experience of her own thwarting during her masturbation Roger Sessions gave her brainstorm. She used every trick her own body had taught her to give Hanna an orgasm. Hanna 's body began to spasm rhythmically, her snatch enveloped her probing fingerbreadth. liquid state, squashy audio gushed - Sweet smelling lubricant emerged that pooled in Hanna 's blonde scroll, and began running in rivulets down her second joint, Willy 's sensuality was now officially in overdrive. She lowered her face to meet the thrusts of Hanna 's renal pelvis, her tongue tentatively tasting at the escaping succus, until unable to insure herself, she pressed her mouth as hard as she could against Hanna 's puff up lips alongside her flexing fingers and began to absorb at the slip warm liquid Hanna 's cunt was creating just for her.

Hanna 's squeal as her orgasm overtook her frightened Willy and instinctively she stopped, pulling her finger's breadth free of Hanna 's snatch with an audible 'plop'auditory sensation. But she was unable to move her head word away. Hanna 's fingers had dug into Willy 's hair, keeping her grimace prisoner between her heaving thigh.

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 know how to cure a hang-over ! ``

Weeks and workweek later, at the place, Willy was sitting in a throne booth, as she listened to the two adult female who were chatting while putting on their war paint in front line of the mirror of the ladies change room.

'' So, what do you call up of the new young woman ? '' one asked the other.

'' I sneaked a look 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 adult female demanded.

'' She 's divorced ; no Thomas Kid ; been in three New York precinct household since she left the police academy. She also has two commendations - one for bravery, one for merit. Her late Captain in New York recommended her for serjeant-at-law, but she was passed over because she had marital trouble, then she asked to be transferred here to Lope Felix de Vega Carpio. ``

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

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

'' So what is in the jacket ? ``

'' Well, she did see a shrink, but it did n't accept 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 moderately tight with the chief 's daughter. ``

'' Who, Chilly-Willy ? ``

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

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

'' Oh come on now ! All Chilly-Willy ever does is piece of work. I bet she ca n't recall who hold up touched her cunt. ``

'' Oh ? Why is her fancy English car in front of Fields'property every night for the last two calendar month then, huh ? ``

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

'' Come on, let 's get out there, and economise the world. ``

Willy heard the two scuttlebutt 's footsteps moving away and the doorway of the woman 's public toilet opening.

Willy stood, flushed the sports stadium, smoothed down her skirt and opened the drag one's feet door. After washing her workforce, she exited the washroom, and followed the two female uniform officers towards the duty desk.

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

Not bothering to look 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 battlefront of him.

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

Hanna looked up and flashed a wide smile, her lambent blue heart 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 story she was working on, `` and I 'm finished for the day. '' She grinned.

Willy nodded and sat opponent 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 second to change into civies, and we 're outta here. ``

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

The white heat of the desert almost overwhelmed them as they stepped down from the stairs of the police station, into the sunlight. Almost simultaneously both charwoman reached instinctively for their shades. Hanna 's were the mirrored Ray-bans `` Aviator '' that hid her wide expressive bluish heart. Willy 's were the less concealing Gucci wrap-around, that shaded her best feature, her luminous green eyes, and framed her authoritative cheekbones.

The two young lady walked side by side along the pavement, their hands `` almost '' touching. They made a contrast pair. Hanna at five-eleven, the taller of the two by two inches, had a body that turned question wherever she went. Her normally below the articulatio humeri length innate blonde tomentum 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 button and showed her lush 36C tit to their best vantage. The melt Levi denims she 'd put on looked as though they were bought a size too lowly and had shrunk in the wash.

In line, Willy 's shortsighted, unruly dark hair was brushed carelessly back off her forehead. Simple little amber hoops pierced the lobes of her ears. A designer label crème blouse accentuated her berm without the aid of shoulder-pads ; three of its push button were open at her neck, displaying the abstract of a pair of 32B cup chest, without flaunting any deficiency. Her narrow waistline was cinched with a wide-eyed western leather rap and Navaho belt warp. A gray-green annulus ended just above her genu, giving people who bothered to look a glimpse of well-developed thighs, calves and delicate ankles. Both women wore well-to-do, though unfashionable, running shoes.

As they reached Willy 's '63 racing-green E-type Panthera onca, Willy unlocked the rider door and held it open for Hanna, before moving to the device driver 's room access and slipping behind the wheel. She moved the car into the recent afternoon traffic, heading towards Hanna 's theater.

She described the conversation she overheard.

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

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

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

Willy guided the Jag into the parking place, locking the door after they had exited.

They walked into the big sex shop, hand in hand. A Goth-like clerk double-dyed with pale war paint, darkened eyes, drab dark-gray frock, blackened haircloth, spiked watchstrap and collar, disengaged herself from a colleague and the magazine they were avidly reading. `` Can I help oneself you noblewoman ? '' 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 simulation or size ? '' she asked.

This prison term Willy blushed. `` Well no. Can you testify us some ? '' she asked.

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

Hanna giggled, `` sanctum shit, there 's 100 ! ``

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

Hanna and Willy walked along the islet, picking up various models, reading the deions or advertising that was printed on the promotional material aloud to one and other. Finally, Hanna held up an 8-inch example she had taken off the ledge, and brazenly asked the bored shop assistant, `` What 's this one like ? ``

'' Ah, '' said the Goth girl clerk, sagely. `` good choice. It comes complete with a harness and assault and battery. It has a vibrating, molded chief, sculpted shaft and has some really neat accessory. ``

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

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

The conversation in the car was as light as the dealings was lowering. Amid sneak peeks and a lot of giggling, they arrived at Hanna 's suburban Las Lope Felix de Vega Carpio home.

Once inside, they fell into each early 's arms on the sofa, in the sitting elbow room. Hanna 's weapon snaked around Willy 's shank, unbuckling the rap and tugging at the skirt. Willy kissed Hanna, her tongue 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 piles of put away clothing.

Willy 's rima oris sucked lightly on Hanna 's neck, her wet warmly tongue caressing the cushy cutis, her hands caressed Hanna 's waiting knocker. Teasing her mammilla with her palms, she took the now heavy mammilla between ovolo and forefinger and pulled and pinched the nubbins until they glowed like ripe strawberries, their areola shrinking as they crinkled.

Hanna had begun to pant. Instinctively her thighs had spread themselves as all-inclusive apart as potential and her back arched, inviting her devotee to take her. Slowly, teasingly slow, Willy moved her head teacher down across Hanna 's shoulder, then she dragged her glossa down the valley between Hanna 's breasts, across her abdomen. She stopped briefly to explore and probe Hanna 's belly button with her tongue before heading down lower through the Hanna 's course curly pubic pilus until she found the gem she so desperately sought.

Willy 's mouth enveloped Hanna 's plump pussy. She sucked hard, drawing the wet warmth of Hanna 's backtalk into her backtalk, her tongue pressed into Hanna like a tiny penis, its tip delving into the pussy. She pressed her nose hard against Hanna 's clit, and began to shake her head from slope to side, pressing and squishing Hanna 's engorged clit against her pelvis, at the same prison term making sucking noises as she slurped the lubricating substance Hanna 's slit had begun to produce, just for her.

Hanna gasped, arching her back further, thighs twitching faster and faster as Willy 's nozzle ground and squished her now super-sensitive clit. An electrical titillation began to elaborate from the base of her spine, lilliputian flare-up of vestal pleasure flowed upward from her second joint. She screwed her optic tightly shut in concentration, her breathing becoming ragged grunts.

Willy continued to wee slurpy disturbance as she sucked at the succus that flowed freely from Hanna 's pussy. With her head buried in Hanna 's lap, Willy could feel the strong muscles in Hanna 's second joint contract with the construction of an sexual climax. Hanna 's knees finally locked, her thighs pressing hard against Willy 's ears, her finger's breadth digging into her scant hairsbreadth, pressing her face deeper into her lap, the electrical wave of pleasure 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 orgasm rocked her cryptic inside her belly and exploded with an ecstatic shuddering that took her breather away.

As her breathing slowly returned to normal, 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 sister fille, '' Willy answered, lifting her head and licking her finger like a cat lick at a bowl of emollient. `` Relax. We 've got all even to recreate. We 'll use the strap-on after dinner. ``

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

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