Willy was a cop, daughter of a cop, a sister to fuzz and cousin to many copper. A few months before her thirty-sixth natal day, she was melt off, standing five foot nine with the panoptic shoulders, flattish chest, and slim hip joint with the incredibly right second joint of a swimmer. She loved water, and still float when she got the chance. She had short indocile dark whisker that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable feature of speech were her eyes. They were expectant ; the colours of a misty sea, sometimes gray, changing to jade honey oil, depending on her mood. With classic zygomatic, a beautiful side, slender eubstance, 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 heel 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 robberies, catching `` scam-artists '', that flocked to Vegas, getting them `` off the street ''. This was her spirit. She enjoyed most other facial expression of her calling, as a ataraxis officer, the comradery, the signified she was making a difference. Like most cops, she hated the necessity paperwork and interminable court appearances that went alongside any taking into custody. In addition, she shot `` Sniper '' with her customs duty Winchester 30.06 and was a appendage of the prestigious S.W.A.T.

She had been born with a gist defect, simply put, it beat ten to fifteen musical rhythm a moment slower than average. Heart specialiser had no cure for the defect. The slower spirit rate had given her a solid phlegmatic expectation on life that even her failed married couple and divorcement could not shake.

Willy was late. The traffic on the freeway was light, almost non-existent, so she pressed the gas just a little harder. The 1963 jaguar E-type was her sole extravagance. It had cost her a chance to reconstruct from the whale she had discovered at an auto graveyard in the desert just outside of the urban center. The twin chromed exhausts squabble and growled as the sleek car shot forward at a gravid pace. The monthly backyard kinfolk barbeque at her parent 's house, with her sidekick and first cousin was something she hated to miss.

She had restored the British sports car herself ; her brothers and dad spent countless hr helping her to play it, to the decimal point it had first been driven off the factory lot in Coventry England forty odd days ago. The paintwork gleamed Brits Racing jet. Each part of chrome had been re-chromed and burnished until they shone. The locomotive and running gear had been sent back to the ostracism mill where it had been blueprinted and retooled to accept the in high spirits octane, lead-free gasoline of the clock time, rather than the top pollutant it had originally been created to run on. The leather of the interior was buttercup Robert Brown, an exact duplicate of the ulterior '80 models, with soft as a glove the comfy bucket seats that enveloped the person sitting in them. The fascia and steering wheel had gone to a Panthera onca specialist in California, the walnut refurbished, gauges replaced, and the leather re-stitched so that it appeared new and unblemished.

Her concentration was shattered by the squawk of a Delilah behind her, the red and E. B. 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 berm of the road.

The cop who exited from the squad car looked like a poster-girl for female bull 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 John Brown '' leather belt around her bring down waistline slanted down on her left face, and supported a holstered semi automatic pistol and sac for spare ammo and regulation manacle. Her blonde hair was tied back, as per the ordinance, in a ponytail, that flowed out of the book binding of her baseball cap. Mirrored `` airman '' Raybans hid and shielded her optic from the desert glare, making it intemperate to estimate her age.

'' I clocked you at LXX six mi per hour, ma'am. The speed boundary posted for this plane section of the freeway is fifty-five. May I see your licence and proof of readjustment please ? ``

Willy fished in her purse and withdrew her wallet and handed it to the policeman, Au badge undefended, identifying herself as a chap ataraxis 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 officious woman, along with her plastic driver license card.

'' The upper I clocked you at is above the point I can issue you a speeding ticket for. Regulation 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular dealings on highway of Nevada body politic clearly State that when a vehicle is measured doing a speed in excess of twenty dollar bill Roman mile per hr over the brand speed limit, it be impounded and that a process be issued to the driver for a court suit. I have to pound this vehicle, and issue you a warrantee to appear in motor lodge, Detective Smits. volition you step out of the vehicle please ? I will radio for a tow-truck to direct your vehicle to seize. Do you want to meet anyone for alternative ecstasy, or shall I drive you to the nearest bus station ? Perhaps you would prefer it, if I called you a cab ? '' the blonde cop stated blandly.

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

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

Willy shook her head teacher resigned to the fact that the policewoman was grave. She dug into her bag and pulled out her cellular 'phone, while unbuckling her prophylactic belt. She pulled herself out of the seat and stood beside her beloved Jaguar. She punched clit of her 'phone, and waited till the party she called answer. `` Hi Mom, is Dad there ? Yah, yah, I know everybody is there. I know I 'm late and that the hamburger are on the barbecue. Can I utter to Dad please ? ``

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

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

Hanna sphere took the offered phone and rundle. `` hi this is Officer line of business, Deputy-Chief. Yes sir, but ... but I have followed the decline procedure in this case. I clocked the vehicle at 76 knot per time of day. Yes sir, Chief. I understand. Thank you sir. '' She flushed as she handed the Motorola back to Willy.

'' You are free to go officer Smits. My apologies for detaining you. '' She turned, stalked to her patrol car with as much dignity as she could muster, climbed in, revved the motor and proceeded, with a squeal of India rubber, to establish an illegal U-turn over the painted median value and head back the way she had originally come.

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

Her dad and brothers, most of her cousins, as well as many early relatives were on the force play. The fun of the occasion was not lost on her family. Her dad admonished her for the phone call while her brothers teased her all afternoon. Chilly-Willy became Leadfoot and Speed-demon.

As the afternoon slowly descended into early evening, and the barbecue transformed into a biz of family ghost football game, Willy turned to her father. `` Dad, can you get me Hanna line of business'plate computer address ? '' She handed him her cellphone. Her dad punched in his government agency phone number and spoke to the shop clerk on duty. He wrote the address on a sheet of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.

Dusk became evening as the various menage appendage began packing up and her parent 's driveway and front yard no longer resembled a parking lot. Willy headed back towards the city, at the carry speed limitation. She made a poor period at an all hours liquor entrepot, and the florist alongside it. The Jaguar coasted to a stopover outside a minuscule home in a middle-income area of the urban center. The garden was sparsely populated. A white Honda still displaying New House of York plates was parked in the driveway. Tall unmowed grass showed that the occupant spent niggling meter `` smelling the flowers ''.

Willy stepped up and knocked on the front door, holding the crew of red roses in front of her. Hanna was no longer in her uniform when she answered the doorway, Willy noted that Hanna 's eyes were china blue. She was dressed in a distich of shortcut jean and cotton jersey with the red apple logo for New York emblazoned on the front. Her bare toes coated with coral nail varnish peeked up at Willy, giving the illusion of vulnerability.

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

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

'' I really am sorry, Hanna. I can telephone 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 showtime hebdomad on the job here. I have been the butt of so many joke from everybody in the section since I got here. I thought you were just another part of my initiation, '' she said grinning. Your sarcastic lil wafture 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 roses and wine.

'' Let me find a vase and put these in some water system. see in that box. '' She pointed to an unopened box near the chair Willy was sitting on. You should find an opener and spectacles in there, probably near the behind. ''

Hanna rummaged through a one-half discharge cartonful, and extracted a simple glass vase for the roses. She walked through a doorway to the kitchen. Willy could find out her filling the vase from the faucet.

Willy found the glass and untier in the box, and proceeded to give the wine. Hanna returned, arranging the rosiness in the vase as she walked. She placed the efflorescence 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 deoxyephedrine in a toast. `` To you, Hanna, a new beginning and my abase apologia for abusing the organisation. ``

They drank in silence.

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

Soon line of `` roll of tobacco hoop in the dark '' filled the room. `` I love his slow down carnal rhythm, '' she said.

They sipped their wine and listened to the music, Hanna sitting mark 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 life history - the job, the city, crime and their lifespan. The level of wine slowly dropped until the terminal drop was deposited into Hanna 's looking glass. Hanna shrugged herself up onto her feet and weaved her way back into the kitchen. She returned with another three quartern filled bottle of wine-coloured she 'd retrieved from the fridge.

The level of the second bottle dropped steadily until it too was void. By this time both girls were more than a little tipsy and they had begun telling each early little secrets about their past. Hanna had admitted to Willy that she had not had sex with anybody since she had begun disassociate proceedings from her ex-husband a New York lawyer who had `` gotten it all, 'ceptin this goddam stereoscopic picture '', in the divorce settlement, six months ago. She had moved to 'Vegas to begin again, she was xx nine. So far she had n't found anyone interesting sufficiency to study a bed better half.

Willy admitted that she had n't had sex with anyone since she ended the relationship with her ex-husband ten year ago. Her problem was, because of her slow beat, she 'd never achieved an orgasm during intercourse with her hubby or any man for that affair. The only way she could orgasm, was through lengthy sessions of masturbation, which left her emotionally and physically drained. Some mornings after `` pleasuring herself '' she was so sore `` down there '' it hardly seemed worth the effort. Her nickname in the department was `` Chilly-Willy '' because it seemed that she had no interest group in any of her male colleagues.

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

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

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

Hanna struggled to her feet, and walked to Willy who still was rummaging through her bag for the keys. `` You can not drive inebriate, Willy. If you want, you can detain the nighttime. '' She pointed at the Chesterfield. `` You can pass the night on my couch, or you can sleep in the bedroom. It 's a big bed and I 'm sure we 're both too wino to fool around. ``

Hanna led Willy to the bedroom. `` I 'll set the consternation for six. That gives you sentence to drive home, cascade and put on clean undies, brush your teeth and material. '' She pushed Willy onto the bed, hastily pulling off her own jersey and jeans. She climbed onto the bed wearing only her pantie, next to Willy, who was struggling out of her clothes, and flicked off the light.

Sometime during the dark their consistency connected. dawning started to spray fond desert sunshine into the darken bedchamber, while the two women slumbered in each other 's arms. Willy 's chief nestled on Hanna 's shoulder, and Hanna had her arms wrapped around Willy, each hand resting on the taller girl 's breasts. Willy 's nipples had judgement of their own and were throbbingly erect, thrusting into her palms. Unconsciously, Hanna bent downwards and kissed Willy 's neck.

Instantly both girls were awake !

Their eyes flew loose as they hastily disengaged from each other. Hanna rolled off the bed. `` I 'll get coffee. You 'll have time to get home and get ready for work, '' she said, peering at Willy still sprawled on the bed. She could n't fleck out the ravisher of Willy 's centre as the taller female child looked up at her, almost flaunting her taunt nighttime, concentrated nipples. She could still experience them pushing into her palms, that, and the warmth that Willy 's eubstance had radiated.

With that, still clad only in her panties, she turned and walked to the kitchen and began rustling the coffee 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 posterior, her heart pound. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, `` Here goes nothing. '' She snaked both her arms under Hanna 's arms and then upward, her warm handwriting reaching up and encompassing Hanna 's vauntingly lovesome breasts. She flattened herself against Hanna 's bare back, her own engorged mammilla pressing into Hanna 's flesh. Her breath was coming in pant from fear of rejection and care of the unknown. She 'd never ever even considered having sex with another woman. `` What if Hanna starts screaming ? Rejects my advances ? laugh at me ? There are endless possibilities of things that 'll go faulty ! '' All these thoughts flashed through Willy 's nous as she committed herself and dead 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 hands enveloped her knocker, and she molded herself to her back, Hanna 's nipples responded instantly to the ghost, warming and hardening, their areola catching as the teat enlarged themselves and became rock hard, pressing themselves back into Willy 's medal. Willy 's mouth touched the easy silklike nape of Hanna 's neck through her mussed blonde hair. delicate back talk kissed her, then Willy 's tongue began lapping where she had just been kissed. It sent tiny quiver of pure ecstasy down Hanna 's sticker. Automatically, heat 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 knead the boob 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 hired man. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy 's crotch, feeling the warmheartedness radiating there. Wanting Thomas More, she released one of Willy 's paw and slid her deal into her panties. She slipped her forefinger over her clitoris, feeling it swell until she was sure as shooting it was at least three sentence its normal size of it ! `` 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 fingers slid over Hanna 's engorged clit. Willy 's fingers touched and circled her clit. This gentle touch overwhelmed Hanna. Her human knee began to shake, her thighs trembled, an electrical tickle began bass in her paunch, and her breather became gasps. Letting everything go, she grabbed the kitchen buffet to save standing. She arched her back as the first orgasm rocked her. She had always been straightaway to attain coming, but these last XX seconds were a new world record. It did n't end with the first wave, Willy 's fingers entered her, and, achingly slow, two finger penised their way into her lovesome wetness. The gush of her juice surprised her, her body responded to the invasive fingers like nothing that she 'd ever experienced before.

Unable to hold back herself raise, Hanna slid to the kitchen floor. Holding her thigh almost unnaturally blanket, she lewdly pumped her pussy upward onto Willy 's stiff fingers her breathing spell had become grunt of saturated pleasure. Her back arched off the floor, and her eyes screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy 's wet warm lip and tongue on her pussy ! The tactile property of her human face, her flabby brass, pressed in between her thighs was amazing. As her finger's breadth flew into Willy 's hair, her whole physical structure gave one mighty shudder and began delivering the most mind-blowing orgasm she 'd ever experienced.

Willy was design on giving Hanna whatever she wanted. She 'd followed her to the floor. The experience of her own frustration during her onanism sessions gave her insight. She used every thaumaturgy her own consistency had taught her to turn over Hanna an coming. Hanna 's body began to spasm rhythmically, her pussy enveloped her probing fingers. Liquid, squashy sound gushed - sweet smelling lubricating substance emerged that pooled in Hanna 's blonde curls, and began running in streamlet down her thighs, Willy 's sensuality was now officially in overdrive. She lowered her facial expression to come across the thrusts of Hanna 's renal pelvis, her tongue tentatively tasting at the escaping juice, until unable to manipulate herself, she pressed her mouth as hard as she could against Hanna 's egotistical lips alongside her flexing fingers and began to go down on at the slick warm liquid 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 finger's breadth free of Hanna 's pussy with an audible 'plop'strait. But she was unable to move her fountainhead away. Hanna 's fingers had dug into Willy 's hair's-breadth, keeping her face captive between her heaving second joint.

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

calendar week and weeks later, at the station, Willy was sitting in a lav stall, as she listened to the two womanhood who were chatting while putting on their composition in forepart of the mirror of the lady change room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' So what is in the jacket ? ``

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

'' Is that all ? ``

'' Pretty very much. ``

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

'' What ? ``

'' I hear she 's reasonably sloshed with the chief 's daughter. ``

'' Who, Chilly-Willy ? ``

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

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

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

'' Oh ? Why is her fancy side car in front of Fields'shoes every Night 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 spare the reality. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' All right then, '' Hanna said, `` Let 's open this to the D.S., then gim me a secondment to change into civvies, 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 Patrick White heat of the desert almost overwhelmed them as they stepped down from the stair of the police station, into the sunlight. Almost simultaneously both womanhood reached instinctively for their sunglasses. Hanna 's were the mirrored Ray-bans `` aviator '' that hid her all-embracing expressive aristocratical eyes. Willy 's were the less concealing Gucci wrap-around, that shaded her right feature, her lucent green middle, and framed her Hellenic cheekbones.

The two missy walked side of meat by side of meat along the pavement, their men `` almost '' touching. They made a contrast dyad. Hanna at five-eleven, the taller of the two by two inch, had a body that turned heads wherever she went. Her normally below the shoulder length natural blonde pilus was pulled back, severely in a `` pony-tail ''. She 'd slipped into a livid midriff tank-top, which displayed her flat venter and cute belly button and showed her lush 36C breast to their outflank advantage. The faded St. Matthew the Apostle denims she 'd put on looked as though they were bought a sizing too small and had shrunk in the wash.

In contrast, Willy 's short, robustious black hair was brushed carelessly back off her forehead. Simple niggling amber hoops pierced the lobes of her ears. A house decorator recording label crème blouse accentuated her shoulder joint without the aid of shoulder-pads ; three of its buttons were open at her neck, displaying the outline of a pair of 32B cup breast, without flaunting any inadequacy. Her specialize waist was cinched with a wide western sandwich leather bash and Navaho belt warp. A gray-green wench ended just above her knee joint, giving people who bothered to search a glance of well-developed thighs, calf and delicate articulatio talocruralis. Both fair sex wore comfy, though unstylish, running shoes.

As they reached Willy 's '63 racing-green E-type Panthera onca, Willy unlocked the rider threshold and held it give for Hanna, before moving to the driver 's door and slipping behind the bicycle. She moved the car into the late afternoon dealings, heading towards Hanna 's house.

She described the conversation she overheard.

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

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

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

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

They walked into the big sex workshop, hand in handwriting. A Goth-like salesclerk utter with pale make-up, darkened centre, olive drab dark-gray dress, blackened hair, spiked bracelet and collar, disengaged herself from a workfellow and the magazine they were avidly reading. `` Can I help you ladies ? '' she asked.

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

The clerk nodded knowingly, `` Any particular role model or sizing ? '' she asked.

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

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

Hanna giggled, `` holy red cent, 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 simulation, reading the deions or advertising that was printed on the promotion aloud to one and other. Finally, Hanna held up an 8-inch model she had taken off the shelf, and brazenly asked the world-weary clerk, `` What 's this one like ? ``

'' Ah, '' said the Goth girl clerk, sagely. `` Good choice. It comes ended with a harness and electric battery. It has a vibrating, molded head, sculpted dig and has some really neat accessories. ``

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

The two women giggled all the way back to the car, the discretely envelop piece of ground clutched safely in Hanna 's hands.

The conversation in the car was as illumine as the traffic was operose. Amid snitcher peek and a lot of giggling, they arrived at Hanna 's suburban Las Vega home.

Once inside, they fell into each early 's blazonry on the sofa, in the sitting room. Hanna 's munition snaked around Willy 's waist, unbuckling the belt and tugging at the doll. Willy kissed Hanna, her tongue flicking at Hanna 's teeth and her lips sucking Hanna 's spit. Furiously they tugged each other 's clothing off until they both sat amid mound of discarded clothing.

Willy 's mouth sucked lightly on Hanna 's neck, her wet strong tongue caressing the soft skin, her bridge player caressed Hanna 's waiting tit. Teasing her nipples with her medal, she took the now heavy tit between thumb and forefinger and pulled and pinched the nubbins until they glowed like ripe strawberries, their areolae shrinking as they crinkled.

Hanna had begun to puff. Instinctively her thighs had spread themselves as spacious apart as potential and her back arched, inviting her buff to take her. Slowly, teasingly tedious, Willy moved her head down across Hanna 's shoulder, then she dragged her tongue down the valley between Hanna 's bosom, across her belly. She stopped briefly to explore and examine Hanna 's belly push button with her tongue before heading down lower through the Hanna 's course curly pubic hair's-breadth until she found the treasure she so desperately search.

Willy 's mouthpiece enveloped Hanna 's plump pussy. She sucked hard, drawing the wet warmth of Hanna 's backtalk into her mouth, her natural language pressed into Hanna like a tiny member, its tip delving into the slit. She pressed her nose gruelling against Hanna 's clitoris, and began to stir her head from side to side, pressing and squishing Hanna 's engorged clitoris against her renal pelvis, at the same time making sucking noises as she slurped the lubricant Hanna 's pussy had begun to produce, just for her.

Hanna gasped, arching her back further, thighs twitching faster and faster as Willy 's nose ground and squished her now super-sensitive clit. An electrical tickle began to expand from the alkali of her spine, lilliputian bursts of thoroughgoing pleasure flowed upward from her second joint. She screwed her eyes tightly shut in concentration, her breathing becoming ragged grunts.

Willy continued to make slurpy racket as she sucked at the juice that flowed freely from Hanna 's twat. With her caput buried in Hanna 's lap, Willy could feel the unassailable brawn in Hanna 's thighs contract with the building of an orgasm. Hanna 's stifle finally locked, her thighs pressing hard against Willy 's ear, her digit digging into her short-change hair, pressing her face deeper into her lap, the electrical waves of pleasance overtaking all sense of decorum.

Hanna began to oink, `` 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 deep inside her belly and exploded with an ecstatic shuddering that took her breathing spell away.

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

'' I love you too, my baby girl, '' Willy answered, lifting her foreland and licking her fingers like a cat lap covering at a bowlful of cream. `` Relax. We 've got all evening to fiddle. 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 grin .