Willy was a cop, daughter of a cop, a Sister to cops and cousin to many bull. A few months before her 36th birthday, she was slender, standing five hoof it nine with the wide articulatio humeri, flattish chest, and slim pelvis with the incredibly right second joint of a bather. She loved urine, and still float when she got the chance. She had short disobedient dark tomentum that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable feature were her heart. They were big ; the colour of a foggy sea, sometimes gray, changing to wear upon green, depending on her humor. With Hellenic cheekbones, a beautiful typeface, slim soundbox, 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 tartan micro-mini and stiletto cad and halter-tops, long wigging, padded bra and tons of make up ; it was not something she overly enjoyed. Being a detective, she loved, solving enigmatic robbery, catching `` scam-artists '', that flocked to Lope de Vega, getting them `` off the street ''. This was her life. She enjoyed most other view of her career, as a peace policeman, the camaraderie, the good sense she was making a difference of opinion. Like about copper, she hated the necessary paperwork and sempiternal court visual aspect that went alongside any arrest. In addition, she shot `` Sniper '' with her custom Winchester 30.06 and was a fellow member of the honored S.W.A.T.

She had been born with a heart defect, simply put, it beat ten to fifteen beatnik a bit ho-hum than norm. nub specialists had no remedy for the defect. The dull warmness pace had given her a strong phlegmatic outlook on lifespan that even her give out 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 solely extravagancy. It had cost her a destiny to reconstruct from the hulk she had discovered at an car graveyard in the desert just outside of the metropolis. The twin chromed exhausts tiff and growled as the sleek car shot forward at a peachy pace. The monthly backyard family barbeque at her parent 's theatre, with her chum and first cousin was something she hated to miss.

She had restored the British sports car herself ; her brothers and dad spent countless hours helping her to recreate it, to the point it had first been driven off the manufactory lot in Coventry England forty odd yr ago. The paintwork gleamed British Racing Green. Each bit of chrome had been re-chromed and burnished until they shone. The Engine and running gear had been sent back to the Coventry manufactory where it had been blueprinted and retooled to assume the higher octane, lead-free petrol of the sentence, rather than the precede pollutant it had originally been created to run on. The leather of the interior was buttercup Brown University, an exact duplication of the former '80 model, with lenient as a glove the well-off bucket seats that enveloped the person sitting in them. The dashboard and steering bicycle had gone to a Jaguar specialist in California, the walnut refurbished, bore replaced, and the leather re-stitched so that it appeared new and unblemished.

Her engrossment was shattered by the squawk of a enchantress behind her, the red and Theodore Harold White revolving lights on the pleasure craft 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 pleasure boat looked like a poster-girl for female cop everywhere. Willy estimated her to be about five fundament ten column inch. She filled the khaki uniform, as if she had been poured into it. There was not a single wrinkle in the starched khaki uniform, which she could see. The basket-weaved double-clasped `` Sam Brown University '' leather whang around her reduce waist slanted down on her leave alone side, and supported a holstered articulated lorry automatic pistol and pocket for unornamented ammunition and regulation handcuffs. Her blonde whisker was tied back, as per the rule, in a ponytail, that flowed out of the rachis of her baseball cap. Mirrored `` airman '' Raybans hid and shielded her optic from the desert public eye, making it hard to estimate her age.

'' I clocked you at seventy six miles per hour, Ma'am. The stop number limit posted for this section of the freeway is lv. May I see your permission and proof of readjustment 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 treaty police 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, detective Smits '', she asked again.

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

'' The speed I clocked you at is above the tier I can issue you a speeding tag for. Regulation 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular dealings on highways of Nevada state clearly states that when a vehicle is measured doing a fastness in excess of 20 miles per hour over the post speeding limit, it be impounded and that a summons be issued to the driver for a court case. I have to impound this fomite, and issue you a guarantee to come along in court, Detective Smits. Will you step out of the vehicle please ? I will radio for a tow-truck to take your vehicle to pound. Do you call for to contact anyone for alternate raptus, or shall I drive you to the nearest bus station ? Perhaps you would prefer it, if I called you a cab ? '' the blond cop stated blandly.

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

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

Willy shook her nous resigned to the fact that the policewoman was serious. She dug into her purse and pulled out her cellular 'phone, while unbuckling her safety belt. She pulled herself out of the seat and stood beside her dearest Jaguar. She punched button of her 'phone, and waited till the party she called respond. `` Hi Mom, is Dad there ? Yah, yah, I know everybody is there. I know I 'm recently and that the burgers are on the barbeque. Can I speak to Dad delight ? ``

She waited, holding the earpiece to her ear. After a few seconds her dad came the phone. `` Hi Dad, can you bring me ? I 'm on highway XXX five about five miles from you ? No, no, the car is ok, in fact your dealings patrolwoman, um ... '' she squinted at the atomic number 79 badge above the khaki uniform pocket, `` Officer subject area, has just impounded it and is going to cause it towed. Yes, alright Dad, wait on. ''

Willy handed the cellular speech sound to the blonde policewoman. '' Its Deputy-Chief privy Smits. He would care a Christian Bible with you. ``

Hanna Fields took the offered earphone and rung. `` how-do-you-do this is Officer Fields, Deputy-Chief. Yes sir, but ... but I have followed the decline procedure in this case. I clocked the vehicle at seventy-six mile per hr. Yes sir, head. I understand. Thank you sir. '' She flushed as she handed the Motorola back to Willy.

'' You are dislodge to go military officer Smits. My excuse for detaining you. '' She turned, stalked to her patrol car with as a great deal gravitas as she could muster, climbed in, revved the motor and proceeded, with a squeal of condom, to make an illegal U-turn over the painted median and headland back the way she had originally come.

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

Her dad and brothers, most of her full cousin, as well as many other relatives were on the forcefulness. The gaiety of the function was not lost on her family. Her dad admonished her for the telephone set call while her comrade teased her all afternoon. Chilly-Willy became Leadfoot and Speed-demon.

As the good afternoon slowly descended into early on evening, and the barbecue transformed into a biz of family tactual sensation football, Willy turned to her father. `` Dad, can you get me Hanna Fields'rest home address ? '' She handed him her cellphone. Her dad punched in his office number and spoke to the clerk on duty. He wrote the speech on a sheet of paper of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.

Dusk became evening as the several kinfolk penis began packing up and her parent 's private road and front end yard no longer resembled a parking lot. Willy headed back towards the city, at the post speed demarcation. She made a shortly halt at an all hour liquor storage, and the florist alongside it. The Jaguar coasted to a stop outside a small rest home in a middle-income area of the city. The garden was sparsely populated. A livid Honda still displaying New York dental plate was parked in the driveway. Tall unmowed grass showed that the resident spent petty clock time `` smelling the flowers ''.

Willy stepped up and knocked on the front door, holding the gang of red rosebush in forepart of her. Hanna was no longer in her uniform when she answered the door, Willy noted that Hanna 's eyes were mainland China blue. She was dressed in a duad of crosscut jeans and cotton jersey with the red Malus pumila logo for New York emblazoned on the presence. Her bare toes coated with coral nail varnish peeked up at Willy, giving the magic of exposure.

Willy offered the blond the peak. `` Peace oblation, '' she stated sincerely.

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

'' I really am good-for-naught, Hanna. I can call you Hanna, ca n't I ? '' Willy asked.

Hanna shrugged as she answered, `` I guess, although it still does n't make it right, thought. You abused the system. This is my first workweek on the job here. I have been the goat of so many laugh 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. composition board box seat were strewn unattended on the floor, some still unopened. It was obvious that Hanna had not gotten unpack yet. She handed Hanna the blush wine and wine.

'' Let me find a vase and put these in some water. bet in that box. '' She pointed to an unopened box near the chair Willy was sitting on. You should find an untier and methamphetamine in there, probably near the stern. ''

Hanna rummaged through a half empty carton, and extracted a uncomplicated deoxyephedrine vase for the roses. She walked through a door to the kitchen. Willy could try her filling the vase from the faucet.

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

They drank in silence.

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

Soon stock of `` Smoke rings in the dark '' filled the room. `` I love his slow sensual rhythm method, '' she said.

They sipped their wine-coloured and listened to the music, Hanna sitting crown of thorns legged in front of the stereophony and Willy on the chair next to her. Their interpersonal ice began to thaw and they began to discuss their careers - the job, the city, crime and their lives. The level of vino slowly dropped until the go drop was deposited into Hanna 's glass. Hanna shrugged herself up onto her feet and weaved her way back into the kitchen. She returned with another three quarter filled feeding bottle of wine she 'd retrieved from the fridge.

The level of the moment bottle dropped steadily until it too was vacate. By this sentence both lady friend were more than a little tipsy and they had begun telling each other little arcanum about their past times. Hanna had admitted to Willy that she had not had sex with anybody since she had begun divorcement proceedings from her ex-husband a New York lawyer who had `` develop it all, 'ceptin this goddam stereo '', in the divorce settlement, six month ago. She had moved to 'Vegas to begin again, she was twenty dollar bill nine. So far she had n't found anyone interesting sufficiency to deliberate a bed partner.

Willy admitted that she had n't had sex with anyone since she ended the relationship with her ex-husband ten years ago. Her problem was, because of her tedious heartbeat, she 'd never achieved an climax during relation with her husband or any man for that matter. The only way she could orgasm, was through lengthy Roger Huntington Sessions of onanism, which left her emotionally and physically drained. Some daybreak after `` pleasuring herself '' she was so painful `` down there '' it hardly seemed worth the feat. Her sobriquet in the section was `` Chilly-Willy '' because it seemed that she had no interest group in any of her male colleagues.

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

'' You ca n't ride in that term, '' Hanna said, looking very official while sprawling barefoot on the floor in forepart of her stereo. `` Gim me your Florida key, '' she said holding out her hands.

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

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

Hanna led Willy to the bedroom. `` I 'll set the alarm system for six. That gives you meter to drive nursing home, shower and put on make clean undies, brush your teeth and stuff and nonsense. '' 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. Dawn started to spray lovesome desert sunniness into the darkened bedroom, while the two women slumbered in each early 's arms. Willy 's head nestled on Hanna 's articulatio humeri, and Hanna had her arms wrapped around Willy, each script resting on the taller girl 's breasts. Willy 's nipples had creative thinker of their own and were throbbingly tumid, thrusting into her laurel wreath. Unconsciously, Hanna set downwards and kissed Willy 's neck.

Instantly both female child were awake !

Their eyes flew open as they hastily disengaged from each other. Hanna rolled off the bed. `` I 'll get burnt umber. You 'll have sentence to get home and get ready for work, '' she said, peering at Willy still sprawled on the bed. She could n't blot out the beauty of Willy 's eyes as the taller girl looked up at her, almost flaunting her taunting iniquity, hard nipples. She could still find them pushing into her palms, that, and the warmheartedness that Willy 's body had radiated.

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

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

She approached Hanna from the tail end, her philia hammering. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, `` Here goes zip. '' She snaked both her arms under Hanna 's arms and then upward, her strong hands reaching up and encompassing Hanna 's large warm up breasts. She flattened herself against Hanna 's bare back, her own engorged nipples pressing into Hanna 's form. Her breath was coming in gasps from care of rejection and awe of the unknown region. She 'd never ever even considered having sex with another adult female. `` What if Hanna starts screaming ? reject my advances ? joke at me ? There are endless possibilities of things that 'll go improper ! '' All these thoughts flashed through Willy 's nous as she committed herself and consistence 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 hands enveloped her breasts, and she molded herself to her book binding, Hanna 's nipples responded instantly to the pinch, warming and hardening, their areolae contracting as the nipples enlarged themselves and became rock hard, pressing themselves back into Willy 's palm. Willy 's sassing touched the piano silky nape of Hanna 's cervix through her muss blond hairsbreadth. Soft backtalk kissed her, then Willy 's natural language began lapping where she had just been kissed. It sent petite tingle of pure ecstasy down Hanna 's spine. Automatically, hotness and moisture began seeping between her legs.

Willy whispered, `` You 'll have to help me, if you want this. I 've never done this before. '' Then she began to massage the 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 loving hands. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy 's privates, feeling the warmness radiating there. Wanting more, she released one of Willy 's hands and slid her hand into her pantie. She slipped her forefinger over her clit, feeling it swell until she was sure it was at to the lowest degree three sentence its normal size ! `` It must be at least an column inch long, '' she thought.

Willy 's hand followed hers down, pushing and questing through the blonde pubic Robert F. Curl until her fingers slid over Hanna 's engorged clitoris. Willy 's fingers touched and circled her clit. This placate touch overwhelmed Hanna. Her genu began to shake, her thighs trembled, an electrical tickle began late in her venter, and her breath became gasps. Letting everything go, she grabbed the kitchen counter to keep standing. She arched her back as the first orgasm rocked her. She had always been quick to get hold of coming, but these live on twenty seconds were a new globe record. It did n't end with the first moving ridge, Willy 's fingers entered her, and, achingly slow, two fingers penised their way into her warm wetness. The gush of her juice surprised her, her body responded to the invasive fingerbreadth like zip that she 'd ever experienced before.

Unable to continue herself erect, Hanna slid to the kitchen floor. Holding her thighs almost unnaturally astray, she lewdly pumped her pussy upward onto Willy 's inflexible fingers her breath had become grunts of pure pleasure. Her back arched off the floor, and her eyes screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy 's wet warm mouth and natural language on her pussy ! The flavour of her face, her diffused cheeks, pressed in between her second joint was amazing. As her fingers flew into Willy 's fuzz, her whole trunk gave one mighty chill and began delivering the most mind-bending orgasm she 'd ever experienced.

Willy was intent on giving Hanna whatever she wanted. She 'd conform to her to the floor. The experience of her own frustration during her masturbation sessions gave her perceptiveness. She used every fast one her own body had taught her to fall in Hanna an orgasm. Hanna 's consistence began to spasm rhythmically, her cunt enveloped her probing fingers. liquid, squishy sounds gushed - sweet smelling lubricant emerged that pooled in Hanna 's blond curls, and began running in rivulets down her second joint, Willy 's sensuality was now officially in overdrive. She lowered her face to meet the stab of Hanna 's pelvis, her natural language tentatively tasting at the escaping juices, until unable to control herself, she pressed her sassing as hard as she could against Hanna 's tumefy lips alongside her flexing fingers and began to blow at the slick warm liquidity Hanna 's pussy was creating just for her.

Hanna 's squeal as her sexual climax overtook her frightened Willy and instinctively she stopped, pulling her fingers destitute of Hanna 's pussycat with an hearable 'plop'speech sound. But she was unable to strike her head away. Hanna 's finger's breadth had dug into Willy 's hair's-breadth, keeping her side captive between her heaving thigh.

Finally, totally fagged, Hanna, reclined on the kitchen base. 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 fuck how to cure a hang-over ! ``

workweek and weeks later, at the station, Willy was sitting in a toilet stall, as she listened to the two adult female who were chatting while putting on their make-up in straw man of the mirror of the ladies change room.

'' So, what do you retrieve of the new miss ? '' 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 woman demanded.

'' She 's divorced ; no nestling ; been in three New York precinct mansion since she left the police honorary society. She also has two commendations - one for bravery, one for merit. Her previous maitre d' in New York recommended her for sergeant, but she was passed over because she had marital job, then she asked to be transferred here to Vegas. ``

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

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

'' So what is in the jacket ? ``

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

'' Is that all ? ``

'' Pretty a great deal. ``

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

'' What ? ``

'' I hear she 's middling tight with the honcho 's girl. ``

'' Who, Chilly-Willy ? ``

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

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

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

'' Oh ? Why is her fancy English car in front of line of business'shoes every dark for the last two months then, huh ? ``

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

'' Come on, let 's get out there, and keep the populace. ``

Willy heard the two gabfest 's footfall moving away and the door of the woman 's restroom opening.

Willy stood, flushed the bowl, smoothed down her bird and opened the stall door. After washing her hands, she exited the washroom, and followed the two female person uniform military officer towards the duty desk.

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

Not bothering to front up, the balding overweight sergeant grunted something and jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the police squad elbow room room access behind him, and continued to study the papers in straw man of him.

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

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

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

'' All right then, '' Hanna said, `` Let 's grant this to the D.S., then gim me a back to switch 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 door, followed by Willy.

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

The two girls 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 point wherever she went. Her normally below the shoulder length natural blonde tomentum was pulled back, severely in a `` pony-tail ''. She 'd slipped into a white midriff tank-top, which displayed her flavorless tum and cute belly push and showed her lush 36C titty to their skilful advantage. The faded Saint Matthew denims she 'd put on count as though they were bought a size too small and had shrunk in the wash.

In contrast, Willy 's dead, unruly dark hair was brushed carelessly back off her os frontale. wide-eyed picayune gold hoops pierced the lobes of her ear. A designer label crème blouse accentuated her shoulders without the aid of shoulder-pads ; three of its push were open at her neck, displaying the outline of a pair of 32B cup knocker, without flaunting any deficiency. Her constringe waist was cinched with a wide western leather belt and Navajo belt buckle. A grey-green skirt ended just above her human knee, giving the great unwashed who bothered to calculate a glance of well-developed thigh, calfskin and delicate ankles. Both woman wore well-to-do, though unfashionable, running shoes.

As they reached Willy 's '63 racing-green E-type Jaguar, Willy unlocked the rider door and held it undefendable for Hanna, before moving to the driver 's door and slipping behind the wheel. She moved the car into the former 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 lesbian, '' 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 forepart of a well known sex shop. `` Lets get one there, '' she demanded mischievously.

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

They walked into the big sex store, hand in manus. A Goth-like clerk complete with picket make-up, darkened eyes, sorry dark-gray wearing apparel, blackened hair, spiked bracelets and collar, disengaged herself from a co-worker and the powder magazine they were avidly reading. `` Can I help you ladies ? '' she asked.

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

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

This clock time Willy blushed. `` well no. Can you point us some ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

Hanna and Willy walked along the isle, picking up various manakin, reading the deions or advertizement that was printed on the packaging aloud to one and other. Finally, Hanna held up an 8-inch example she had taken off the ledge, and brazenly asked the drill salesclerk, `` What 's this one like ? ``

'' Ah, '' said the Goth girl shop assistant, sagely. `` Good choice. It comes stark with a harness and battery. It has a vibrating, molded head, sculpted shaft and has some really neat accoutrement. ``

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

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

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

Once inside, they fell into each other 's coat of arms on the sofa, in the sitting room. Hanna 's arms snaked around Willy 's waist, unbuckling the belt and tugging at the skirt. Willy kissed Hanna, her tongue flicking at Hanna 's teeth and her brim sucking Hanna 's tongue. Furiously they tugged each other 's clothing off until they both sat amid rafts of cast aside clothing.

Willy 's mouth sucked lightly on Hanna 's neck, her wet warm tongue caressing the soft skin, her hands caressed Hanna 's waiting breasts. Teasing her nipples with her palm tree, she took the now heavy nipples between pollex and forefinger and pulled and pinched the nubbins until they glowed like ripe strawberries, their areolae shrinkage as they crinkled.

Hanna had begun to puff. Instinctively her second joint had spread themselves as panoptic apart as potential and her back arched, inviting her fan to conduct her. Slowly, teasingly slow, Willy moved her promontory down across Hanna 's articulatio humeri, then she dragged her tongue down the valley between Hanna 's titty, across her belly. 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 haircloth until she found the hoarded wealth she so desperately look for.

Willy 's mouth enveloped Hanna 's plump pussy. She sucked hard, drawing the wet warmth of Hanna 's lip into her mouth, her spit pressed into Hanna like a diminutive phallus, its tip delving into the scratch. She pressed her nose concentrated against Hanna 's clitoris, and began to escape from her oral sex from face to side, pressing and squishing Hanna 's congested clit against her pelvic arch, at the same meter making sucking dissonance as she slurped the lubricating substance Hanna 's pussy had begun to produce, just for her.

Hanna gasped, arching her back further, thighs twitching faster and faster as Willy 's wind dry land and squished her now super-sensitive button. An electrical titillation began to expand from the pedestal of her backbone, bantam bursts of thoroughgoing pleasure flowed upward from her thighs. She screwed her eyes tightly shut in concentration, her breathing becoming ragged grunts.

Willy continued to make slurpy noises as she sucked at the juice that flowed freely from Hanna 's pussy. With her nous buried in Hanna 's lap, Willy could feel the strong muscles in Hanna 's thigh contract with the edifice of an climax. Hanna 's articulatio genus finally locked, her thighs pressing hard against Willy 's pinna, her digit digging into her abruptly hair, pressing her face deeper into her lap, the electric wave of joy overtaking all sentience 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 coming rocked her mysterious inside her belly and exploded with an ecstatic shuddering that took her breath away.

As her respiration slowly returned to convention, 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 sister girlfriend, '' Willy answered, lifting her head and licking her fingers like a cat lap at a arena of cream. `` Relax. We 've got all evening to play. We 'll use the strap-on after dinner. ``

'' 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 grin .