Willy was a cop, daughter of a cop, a sister to cops and full cousin to many fuzz. A few months before her thirty-sixth birthday, she was thin, standing five pick nine with the wide shoulder, flattish chest, and slenderize articulatio coxae with the incredibly powerful thighs of a natator. She loved water, and still swim when she got the prospect. She had short-circuit unruly obscure fuzz that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable characteristic were her eyes. They were declamatory ; the colouring material of a misty sea, sometimes Robert Gray, changing to jade green, depending on her mood. With classic cheekbones, a beautiful boldness, slim physical structure, she still got carded when entering a bar where she was n't known.

She helped the vice squad out from meter to clock time, stake-outs, dressing in a tartan micro-mini and stiletto heels and halter-tops, long wigs, padded bra and lashings of make up ; it was not something she overly enjoyed. Being a police detective, she loved, solving enigmatic robbery, catching `` scam-artists '', that flocked to Lope de Vega, getting them `` off the street ''. This was her animation. She enjoyed most former facet of her career, as a ataraxis officer, the camaraderie, the sense she was making a difference. Like most copper, she hated the necessary paperwork and endless Court appearances 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 bosom blemish, simply put, it beat ten to fifteen beats a minute sluggish than average. Heart specialiser had no curative for the fault. The deadening heart rate had given her a solid phlegmatical outlook on life that even her failed 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 piffling harder. The 1963 jaguar E-type was her only extravagance. It had cost her a circumstances to reconstruct from the hulk she had discovered at an machine burial ground in the desert just outside of the city. The twin chromed fumes squabble and growled as the sleek car shot forward at a expectant pace. The monthly backyard kinsfolk barbeque at her parent 's house, with her blood brother and cousins was something she hated to miss.

She had restored the Brits sports car herself ; her sidekick and dad expend countless hr helping her to revivify it, to the dot it had first been driven off the factory lot in banishment England forty odd years ago. The paintwork gleamed British Racing Green. Each small-arm of chrome had been re-chromed and burnished until they shone. The engine and running geartrain had been sent back to the banishment mill where it had been blueprinted and retooled to take on the higher octane, nonleaded gasoline of the sentence, rather than the leaded pollutant it had originally been created to run on. The leather of the Interior was butterflower brown, an exact duplicate of the later '80 modeling, with diffused as a glove the comfortable bucket behind that enveloped the individual sitting in them. The dashboard and steering wheel had gone to a Panthera onca specialist in California, the walnut 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 eyes 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 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 bingle wrinkle in the starched khaki uniform, which she could see. The basket-weaved double-clasped `` Sam brown '' leather belt around her tailored waist slanted down on her left hand incline, and supported a holstered trailer truck automatic side arm and sack for fifth wheel ammo and regularisation handlock. Her blonde tomentum 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 hard to estimate her age.

'' I clocked you at 70 six air mile per time of day, Ma'am. The fastness demarcation line posted for this part of the freeway is lv. May I see your permit and proof of registration please ? ``

Willy fished in her bag and withdrew her billfold and handed it to the police officer, gold badge assailable, identifying herself as a lad peace officer. `` Hi '', she greeted, `` Willy Smits, Metro office, `` she said brightly.

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

Willy sighed, leaned over to the mitt box and withdrew the pink possession paper and handed them to the officious woman, along with her plastic drivers license card.

'' The speed I clocked you at is above the stage I can supply you a speeding ticket for. Regulation 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular traffic on main road of Nevada United States Department of State clearly states that when a vehicle is measured doing a speeding in excess of twenty dollar bill mi per hour over the brand speed limitation, it be impounded and that a bidding be issued to the driver for a court typeface. I have to impound this fomite, and issue you a countenance to seem in courtyard, detective Smits. Will you step out of the vehicle please ? I will radio for a tow-truck to take your fomite to impound. Do you demand to contact anyone for surrogate transport, or shall I drive you to the closest 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 little professional courtesy ? '' She asked.

The blond patrolwoman answered sarcastically, `` Were you being professional by breaking the speed bound, Ms. Smits ? Or are you chasing a suspect in your buck private fomite ? 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 grievous. She dug into her purse and pulled out her cellular 'phone, while unbuckling her base hit belt. She pulled herself out of the keister and stood beside her beloved Jaguar. She punched push of her 'phone, and waited till the party 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 utter to Dad please ? ``

She waited, holding the telephone to her ear. After a few seconds her dad came the earpiece. `` Hi Dad, can you fetch me ? I 'm on main road thirty five about five miles from you ? No, no, the car is mulct, in fact your dealings patrolwoman, um ... '' she squinted at the Au badge above the khaki uniform pocket, `` officer champaign, has just impounded it and is going to have it towed. Yes, alright Dad, hold on. ''

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

Hanna battleground took the offered sound and rundle. `` Hello this is military officer Fields, Deputy-Chief. Yes sir, but ... but I have followed the correct function in this fount. I clocked the fomite at seventy-six Roman mile per 60 minutes. Yes sir, tribal chief. I understand. Thank you sir. '' She flushed as she handed the Motorola back to Willy.

'' You are unloose to go officer Smits. My apologia 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 synthetic rubber, to make an illegal U-turn over the pied 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 revel her family barbeque.

Her dad and crony, most of her cousins, as well as many other relative were on the military force. The merriment of the occasion was not lost on her syndicate. Her dad admonished her for the phone shout while her pal teased her all afternoon. Chilly-Willy became Leadfoot and Speed-demon.

As the afternoon slowly descended into other evening, and the barbeque transformed into a game of family touch sensation football, Willy turned to her Father of the Church. `` Dad, can you get me Hanna sphere'home address ? '' She handed him her cellphone. Her dad punched in his place number and spoke to the clerk on duty. He wrote the address on a sheet of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.

Dusk became evening as the versatile family members began packing up and her parent 's private road and battlefront pace no longer resembled a parking lot. Willy headed back towards the city, at the posted speed limit. She made a short diaphragm at an all hours liquor storage, and the florist alongside it. The panther coasted to a stop outside a pocket-size place in a middle-income orbit of the metropolis. The garden was sparsely populated. A white Honda still displaying New York plateful was parked in the driveway. Tall unmowed grass showed that the resident spent short time `` smelling the flowers ''.

Willy stepped up and knocked on the battlefront door, holding the crew of red roses in front of her. Hanna was no longer in her uniform when she answered the door, Willy noted that Hanna 's centre were china blue. She was dressed in a span of shortcut jeans and cotton T-shirt with the red apple logotype for New York emblazoned on the front. Her bare toes coated with coral nail varnish peeked up at Willy, giving the fancy of vulnerability.

Willy offered the blonde the flowers. `` peace of mind oblation, '' she stated sincerely.

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

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

Hanna shrugged as she answered, `` I guess, although it still does n't hold it right, thought. You abused the system. This is my world-class hebdomad on the job here. I have been the tail end of so many jokes 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 boxes were strewn unattended on the floor, some still unopened. It was obvious that Hanna had not gotten unpacked yet. She handed Hanna the roses and wine.

'' Let me get hold a vase and put these in some water. count in that box. '' She pointed to an unopened box near the electric chair Willy was sitting on. You should find an untier and glass in there, probably near the behind. ''

Hanna rummaged through a half empty cartonful, and extracted a simple glass vase for the rosebush. She walked through a room access to the kitchen. Willy could find out her filling the vase from the faucet.

Willy found the crank and opener in the box, and proceeded to spread out the wine-coloured. Hanna returned, arranging the roses in the vase as she walked. She placed the flush on top of the TV set and settled onto the chesterfield across from the chairwoman 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 low apologies for abusing the system. ``

They drank in silence.

'' Do you like euphony ? '' Hanna asked, pointing to an expensive-looking black-faced stereo and huge box speaker. 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 mental strain of `` green goddess rings in the dark '' filled the room. `` I love his slow sensual rhythm, '' she said.

They sipped their wine and listened to the music, Hanna sitting hybridizing legged in front man of the stereo and Willy on the chairman adjacent to her. Their interpersonal ice began to melt and they began to discuss their careers - the job, the city, crime and their lives. The level of wine-coloured slowly dropped until the conclusion drop was deposited into Hanna 's looking glass. Hanna shrugged herself up onto her fundament and weaved her way back into the kitchen. She returned with another three quarter filled bottle of wine she 'd retrieved from the fridge.

The level of the instant bottle dropped steadily until it too was empty. By this prison term both girls were more than than a footling tipsy and they had begun telling each other lilliputian closed book about their past. Hanna had admitted to Willy that she had not had sex with anybody since she had begun dissociate proceeding from her ex-husband a New York lawyer who had `` gotten it all, 'ceptin this goddam stereo '', in the divorce settlement, six months ago. She had moved to 'Vegas to get again, she was XX nine. So far she had n't found anyone interesting enough to consider a bed better half.

Willy admitted that she had n't had sex with anyone since she ended the family relationship with her ex ten yr ago. Her trouble was, because of her dull trice, she 'd never achieved an orgasm during sexual relation with her husband or any man for that matter. The only way she could orgasm, was through prolonged school term of masturbation, which left her emotionally and physically drained. Some mornings after `` pleasuring herself '' she was so sensitive `` down there '' it hardly seemed deserving the effort. Her nickname in the section was `` Chilly-Willy '' because it seemed that she had no interest in any of her male colleagues.

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

'' You ca n't drive in that condition, '' Hanna said, looking very official while sprawling barefoot on the floor in front of her stereoscopic picture. `` Gim me your cay, '' 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 infantry, and walked to Willy who still was rummaging through her bag for the keys. `` You can not labor rummy, Willy. If you want, you can stay the night. '' She pointed at the Philip Dormer Stanhope. `` You can pass the dark on my couch, or you can kip in the bedroom. It 's a big bed and I 'm sure we 're both too drunk to put one over around. ``

Hanna led Willy to the sleeping accommodation. `` I 'll set the alarm for six. That gives you clip to drive home, 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 jean. She climbed onto the bed wearing only her panty, next to Willy, who was struggling out of her clothes, and flicked off the light.

Sometime during the night their bodies connected. dayspring started to spray tender desert temperateness into the darkened bedroom, while the two women slumbered in each other 's weaponry. Willy 's head nestled on Hanna 's articulatio humeri, and Hanna had her arms wrapped around Willy, each deal resting on the taller girl 's chest. Willy 's nipple had minds of their own and were throbbingly erect, thrusting into her medallion. Unconsciously, Hanna knack downwards and kissed Willy 's neck.

Instantly both girls were awake !

Their optic flew open as they hastily disengaged from each other. Hanna rolled off the bed. `` I 'll get umber. You 'll own time to get habitation and get fix for work, '' she said, peering at Willy still sprawled on the bed. She could n't blob out the stunner of Willy 's middle as the taller girl looked up at her, almost flaunting her taunt dark, hard mamilla. She could still experience them pushing into her palms, that, and the lovingness that Willy 's body had radiated.

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

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

She approached Hanna from the rear, her meat hammering. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, `` Here goes nothing. '' She snaked both her arms under Hanna 's arms and then upward, her warm manpower reaching up and encompassing Hanna 's large warm titty. She flattened herself against Hanna 's bare back, her own engorged nipples pressing into Hanna 's flesh. Her breath was coming in gasps from fear of rejection and fear of the unknown. She 'd never ever even considered having sex with another charwoman. `` What if Hanna starts screaming ? Rejects my improvement ? Laughs at me ? There are endless hypothesis of matter that 'll go legal injury ! '' All these thoughts flashed through Willy 's mind as she committed herself and torso to this beautiful woman.

Hanna sensed Willy coming up behind her and held her breath. `` God what an half-wit I am. She 's gon na freak out, maledict me ! ''

When Willy 's script enveloped her breasts, and she molded herself to her back, Hanna 's mammilla responded instantly to the pinch, warming and hardening, their areolae contracting as the nipples enlarged themselves and became rock toilsome, pressing themselves back into Willy 's palms. Willy 's oral fissure touched the soft silky nape of Hanna 's neck opening through her mussed blonde pilus. Soft mouth kissed her, then Willy 's spit began lapping where she had just been kissed. It sent flyspeck tingles of pure ecstasy down Hanna 's back. Automatically, heat and wet began seeping between her legs.

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

'' Neither have I, '' Hanna panted, her hands covered Willy 's, guiding her fingers and palms as she pressed her chest into those warm up loving hands. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy 's crotch, feeling the warmth radiating there. Wanting more, she released one of Willy 's handwriting and slid her hand into her step-in. She slipped her index over her clit, feeling it swell until she was sure enough it was at least three times its normal size ! `` It must be at least an inch long, '' she thought.

Willy 's hand followed hers down, pushing and questing through the blonde pubic curls until her digit slid over Hanna 's engorged clitoris. Willy 's fingers touched and circled her clitoris. This gentle touch overwhelmed Hanna. Her knees began to shake up, her thighs trembled, an electrical tickle began deep in her paunch, and her breathing place became pant. Letting everything go, she grabbed the kitchen counter to continue standing. She arched her back as the maiden climax rocked her. She had always been quick to strain climax, but these endure twenty instant were a new world phonograph record. It did n't end with the inaugural Wave, Willy 's finger's breadth entered her, and, achingly dull, two fingers penised their way into her warmly wetness. The ebullition of her succus surprised her, her organic structure responded to the invasive finger like nothing that she 'd ever experienced before.

Unable to retain herself rear, Hanna slid to the kitchen floor. Holding her thighs almost unnaturally wide, she lewdly pumped her pussy up onto Willy 's rigid fingers her breath had become grunts of pure pleasure. Her back arched off the floor, and her optic screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy 's wet warm mouth and lingua on her pussy ! The feel of her face, her soft cheeks, pressed in between her thighs was amazing. As her fingers flew into Willy 's hair, her unanimous body gave one mighty thrill and began delivering the most mind-blowing climax she 'd ever experienced.

Willy was design on giving Hanna whatever she wanted. She 'd take after her to the flooring. The experience of her own thwarting during her masturbation session gave her penetration. She used every thaumaturgy her own physical structure had taught her to give Hanna an climax. Hanna 's body began to spasm rhythmically, her pussy enveloped her probing digit. liquidity, squishy speech sound gushed - sugariness smelling lubricant emerged that pooled in Hanna 's blonde curls, and began running in rivulets down her thighs, Willy 's sensualness was now officially in overdrive. She lowered her cheek to adjoin the push of Hanna 's pelvis, her spit tentatively tasting at the escaping juices, until unable to control herself, she pressed her mouth as hard as she could against Hanna 's swollen back talk alongside her flexing fingers and began to lactate at the guileful warm liquid Hanna 's pussy was creating just for her.

Hanna 's squeal as her climax overtook her frightened Willy and instinctively she stopped, pulling her finger spare of Hanna 's kitty with an audible 'plop'sound. But she was unable to impress her headway away. Hanna 's fingers had dug into Willy 's pilus, keeping her face captive between her heaving thighs.

Finally, totally worn-out, Hanna, reclined on the kitchen flooring. 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 ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' So what is in the jacket ? ``

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

'' Is that all ? ``

'' Pretty often. ``

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

'' What ? ``

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

'' Who, Chilly-Willy ? ``

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

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

'' Oh come on now ! All Chilly-Willy ever does is work. I bet she ca n't call up who finally touched her bitch. ``

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

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

'' ejaculate on, let 's get out there, and preserve the world. ``

Willy heard the two gossip 's footsteps moving away and the door of the woman 's restroom opening.

Willy stood, flushed the bowl, smoothed down her dame and opened the shillyshally door. After washing her hands, she exited the washroom, and followed the two female uniform policeman towards the tariff desk.

She approached the desk sergeant, flashing her badge. `` Hi, Bill, '' she said. `` I 'm looking for Hanna field of study. She finished her shift about half an 60 minutes ago, '' she stated.

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

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

Hanna looked up and flashed a all-inclusive grin, her lambent puritanical eyes lighting up. `` Hi, Willy. I 'm just about done. Gim me five minute of arc, 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 diametrical Hanna, who scribbled furiously, and finished the account by signing it with a flourish.

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

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

The lily-white heat of the desert almost overwhelmed them as they stepped down from the stair of the constabulary station, into the sunlight. Almost simultaneously both woman reached instinctively for their sunglasses. Hanna 's were the mirrored Ray-bans `` aeronaut '' that hid her wide expressive blue eyes. Willy 's were the less concealing Gucci wrap-around, that shaded her intimately feature, her luminous jet middle, and framed her authoritative cheekbones.

The two girls walked side by side along the pavement, their hands `` almost '' touching. They made a contrasting couplet. Hanna at five-eleven, the taller of the two by two inches, had a body that turned caput wherever she went. Her normally below the shoulder length natural blonde hair was pulled back, severely in a `` pony-tail ''. She 'd slipped into a lily-white midriff tank-top, which displayed her matte stomach and cute belly clitoris and showed her lush 36C breasts to their best advantage. The washed-out Levi denims she 'd put on expect as though they were bought a size too small and had shrunk in the wash.

In contrast, Willy 's short, unruly dark whisker was brushed carelessly back off her brow. bare footling atomic number 79 hoops pierced the lobes of her ear. A interior designer recording label crème blouse accentuated her shoulders without the aid of shoulder-pads ; three of its buttons were candid at her neck, displaying the outline of a couplet of 32B cup breasts, without flaunting any inadequacy. Her nail down waist was cinched with a wide western leather belt and Navaho belt warp. A grayish-green bird ended just above her knee, giving masses who bothered to await a glimpse of well-developed thighs, calf and fragile articulatio talocruralis. Both cleaning woman wore comfortable, though unstylish, running shoes.

As they reached Willy 's '63 racing-green E-type Jaguar, Willy unlocked the passenger threshold and held it open for Hanna, before moving to the driver 's door and slipping behind the wheel. She moved the car into the tardily good afternoon traffic, heading towards Hanna 's family.

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. `` check there, '' she pointed to a vacant parking slur in presence of a well known sex shop. `` Lets get one there, '' she demanded mischievously.

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

They walked into the large sex shop, hand in script. A Goth-like clerk complete with pale makeup, darkened oculus, drear oxford-gray dress, blackened hair, spiked watchband and pinch, disengaged herself from a co-worker and the magazine they were avidly reading. `` Can I help you ladies ? '' she asked.

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

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

This time Willy blushed. `` wellspring no. Can you picture us some ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

'' Ah, '' said the tyke fille shop clerk, sagely. `` Good alternative. It comes complete with a harness and bombardment. It has a vibrating, molded head, sculpted cock and has some really clean accessories. ``

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

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

The conversation in the car was as light as the traffic was heavy. Amid prowler 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 other 's arm on the couch, in the seance room. 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 lips sucking Hanna 's lingua. Furiously they tugged each former 's clothing off until they both sat amid mickle of discarded clothing.

Willy 's mouth sucked lightly on Hanna 's cervix, her wet warm knife caressing the soft skin, her hands caressed Hanna 's waiting breast. Teasing her nipples with her palm, she took the now heavy nipples between thumb and index and pulled and pinched the nubbins until they glowed like ripe strawberries, their ring of color shrinking as they crinkled.

Hanna had begun to pant. Instinctively her thighs had spread themselves as wide apart as possible and her back arched, inviting her lover to take her. Slowly, teasingly slow, Willy moved her head down across Hanna 's shoulder, then she dragged her spit down the valley between Hanna 's breasts, across her belly. She stopped briefly to research and poke into Hanna 's belly button with her tongue before heading down lower through the Hanna 's course of instruction curly pubic whisker until she found the treasure she so desperately sought.

Willy 's sass enveloped Hanna 's plump pussy. She sucked hard, drawing the wet warmth of Hanna 's lip into her sassing, her tongue pressed into Hanna like a flyspeck penis, its tip delving into the puss. She pressed her nose difficult against Hanna 's clit, and began to shake her head from incline to side, pressing and squishing Hanna 's engorged clit against her pelvis, at the Lapp sentence making sucking noises as she slurped the lubricating substance Hanna 's pussycat had begun to produce, just for her.

Hanna gasped, arching her back further, thighs twitching faster and faster as Willy 's poke ground and squished her now super-sensitive clitoris. An electrical tickle began to expand from the base of her backbone, tiny bursts of unadulterated pleasure flowed upward from her thighs. She screwed her eyes tightly shut in denseness, her breathing becoming ragged grunts.

Willy continued to make slurpy racket as she sucked at the juice that flowed freely from Hanna 's pussy. With her head buried in Hanna 's lap, Willy could find the strong muscles in Hanna 's thigh contract with the building of an sexual climax. Hanna 's articulatio genus finally locked, her thighs pressing hard against Willy 's ear, her fingers digging into her suddenly hair, pressing her face deeper into her lap, the electrical waves of pleasure overtaking all sensory faculty of decorum.

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

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

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

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

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