Willy was a cop, girl of a cop, a sister to fuzz and cousin to many cops. A few month before her thirty-sixth birthday, she was slim, standing five leg it nine with the wide shoulder, flattish chest, and thin hips with the incredibly powerful thighs of a swimmer. She loved water, and still swam when she got the chance. She had unretentive rambunctious dour pilus that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable lineament were her eyes. They were bombastic ; the people of color of a misty sea, sometimes gray, changing to jade special K, depending on her mood. With classic cheekbones, a beautiful face, slim body, she still got carded when entering a bar where she was n't known.

She helped the frailty squad out from time to prison term, stake-outs, dressing in a tartan micro-mini and stiletto hound and halter-tops, long wigs, padded bra and tons of make up ; it was not something she overly enjoyed. Being a detective, she loved, solving enigmatic robbery, catching `` scam-artists '', that flocked to Vegas, getting them `` off the street ''. This was her life. She enjoyed most other aspects of her career, as a peace officer, the camaraderie, the sense she was making a difference. Like well-nigh cops, she hated the necessary paperwork and eternal lawcourt appearances that went alongside any arrest. In addition, she shot `` Sniper '' with her impost Winchester 30.06 and was a member of the prestigious S.W.A.T.

She had been born with a kernel defect, simply put, it beat ten to fifteen beats a minute of arc slower than average. affectionateness specialists had no remedy for the shortcoming. The slower kernel rate had given her a solidness phlegmatical outlook on life that even her failed marriage and divorce could not shake.

Willy was late. The dealings on the state highway was light, almost non-existent, so she pressed the gas just a little harder. The 1963 Panthera onca E-type was her only prodigality. It had cost her a portion to rebuild from the hulk she had discovered at an auto graveyard in the desert just outside of the city. The counterpart chromed exhausts tiff and growled as the sleek car stab forward at a corking pace. The monthly backyard family unit barbeque at her parent 's business firm, with her brothers and cousin was something she hated to miss.

She had restored the British summercater car herself ; her brothers and dad worn-out countless hours helping her to recreate it, to the point it had first been driven off the factory lot in Coventry England 40 odd years ago. The paintwork gleamed British Racing Green. Each spell of chrome had been re-chromed and burnished until they shone. The locomotive engine and running gear had been sent back to the Coventry factory where it had been blueprinted and retooled to take the higher octane, lead-free gasoline of the time, rather than the leaded pollutant it had originally been created to run on. The leather of the DoI was buttercup brown, an take duplicate of the later '80 models, with balmy as a baseball glove the well-off pail hind end that enveloped the person sitting in them. The dashboard and steering bike had gone to a Jaguar specialist in California, the walnut refurbished, standard of measurement replaced, and the leather re-stitched so that it appeared new and unblemished.

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

The cop who exited from the cruiser looked like a poster-girl for female cops everywhere. Willy estimated her to be about five foot ten inches. She filled the khaki uniform, as if she had been poured into it. There was not a bingle wrinkle in the starched khaki uniform, which she could see. The basket-weaved double-clasped `` Sam Robert Brown '' leather knock around her trim shank slanted down on her pull up stakes side, and supported a holstered semi reflex handgun and pocket for spare ammunition and regulation cuff. Her blonde fuzz was tied back, as per the regulations, 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 gruelling to figure her age.

'' I clocked you at seventy six miles per hour, gentlewoman. The pep pill limit posted for this division of the throughway is fifty-five. May I see your license and cogent evidence of registration please ? ``

Willy fished in her purse and withdrew her wallet and handed it to the officer, gold badge give, identifying herself as a bloke peace police officer. `` Hi '', she greeted, `` Willy Smits, metro function, `` she said brightly.

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

Willy sighed, leaned over to the glove box and withdrew the garden pink ownership composition and handed them to the officious woman, along with her plastic driver license card.

'' The focal ratio I clocked you at is above the level I can issue you a speeding tag for. ordinance 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular traffic on highways of Silver State body politic clearly states that when a fomite is measured doing a focal ratio in excess of XX miles per hour over the place speed terminus ad quem, it be impounded and that a summons be issued to the device driver for a court case. I have to impound this vehicle, and egress you a guarantee to come out in judicature, Detective Smits. Will you step out of the vehicle please ? I will radio for a tow-truck to take your vehicle to impound. Do you want to touch anyone for alternate transport, or shall I drive you to the skinny 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 terminal point, Ms. Smits ? Or are you chasing a suspect in your private vehicle ? Perhaps you 're being chased ? '' She looked around hastily for the offending vehicle.

Willy shook her head resigned to the fact that the policewoman was good. She dug into her handbag and pulled out her cellular 'phone, while unbuckling her safety belt ammunition. She pulled herself out of the seat and stood beside her beloved Jaguar. She punched clitoris 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 belatedly and that the burgers are on the barbeque. Can I utter to Dad please ? ``

She waited, holding the telephone set to her ear. After a few seconds her dad came the phone. `` Hi Dad, can you bring me ? I 'm on highway 30 five about five Roman mile from you ? No, no, the car is o.k., in fact your traffic patrolwoman, um ... '' she squinted at the gold badge above the khaki uniform pocket, `` policeman field, has just impounded it and is going to have it towed. Yes, okay Dad, hold on. ''

Willy handed the cellular sound to the blond police matron. '' Its Deputy-Chief privy Smits. He would wish a news with you. ``

Hanna flying field took the offered telephone set and wheel spoke. `` Hello this is Officer Fields, Deputy-Chief. Yes sir, but ... but I have followed the correct subroutine in this display case. I clocked the vehicle at lxxvi statute mile per 60 minutes. Yes sir, chief. I understand. Thank you sir. '' She flushed as she handed the Motorola back to Willy.

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

Willy waived in mock friendliness at the disappearing 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 first cousin, as well as many other congenator were on the force. The merriment of the social function was not lost on her family. Her dad admonished her for the telephone 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 barbeque transformed into a game of family skin senses football, Willy turned to her Padre. `` Dad, can you get me Hanna Fields'home address ? '' She handed him her cellular telephone. Her dad punched in his office staff routine and spoke to the clerk on duty. He wrote the speech on a weather sheet of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.

gloam became evening as the assorted family fellow member began packing up and her parent 's drive and front yard no longer resembled a parking lot. Willy headed back towards the city, at the posted amphetamine limit. She made a short stop at an all time of day liquor depot, and the florist shop alongside it. The Jaguar coasted to a stop outside a small home in a middle-income orbit of the city. The garden was sparsely populated. A white Honda still displaying New York plates was parked in the driveway. Tall unmowed grass showed that the occupant spent little sentence `` smelling the flower ''.

Willy stepped up and knocked on the social movement door, holding the gang of red roses in front of her. Hanna was no longer in her uniform when she answered the door, Willy noted that Hanna 's middle were Republic of China blue. She was dressed in a pair of shortcut jeans and cotton plant T-shirt with the red Malus pumila logo for New York emblazoned on the front. Her bare toes coated with precious coral peg varnish peeked up at Willy, giving the semblance of exposure.

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

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

'' I really am sorry, Hanna. I can address 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 maiden week on the job here. I have been the prat of so many jokes from everybody in the department since I got here. I thought you were just another part of my introduction, '' she said grinning. Your sarcastic lil wave as I drove off .... ugh ! '' she grunted.

Willy followed her into the sitting way. 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 discover a vase and put these in some pee. Look in that box. '' She pointed to an unopened box near the chair Willy was sitting on. You should find an opener and glasses in there, probably near the bottom. ''

Hanna rummaged through a half void carton, and extracted a mere glass vase for the rose wine. She walked through a room access to the kitchen. Willy could see her filling the vase from the faucet.

Willy found the methamphetamine hydrochloride and untier in the box, and proceeded to open the wine. Hanna returned, arranging the rose wine in the vase as she walked. She placed the prime on top of the TV set and settled onto the chesterfield across from the chair Willy was sitting on. Willy reached over and handed Hanna a glass of wine-coloured, then holding up her glass in a toast. `` To you, Hanna, a new beginning and my mortify apologia for abusing the system. ``

They drank in silence.

'' Do you like music ? '' Hanna asked, pointing to an expensive-looking black-faced stereo and huge box speakers. It 's all I managed to scavenge from my divorce. '' She slipped onto the floor in strawman of the stereo and selected a CD from a pile alongside the unit.

Soon melodic phrase of `` Smoke hoop in the wickedness '' filled the room. `` I love his dumb sensual rhythm, '' she said.

They sipped their wine and listened to the music, Hanna sitting hybridizing legged in front of the stereo and Willy on the chairwoman next to her. Their interpersonal ice began to dethaw and they began to talk over their careers - the job, the metropolis, crime and their lives. The level of wine-coloured slowly dropped until the last drop was deposited into Hanna 's shabu. Hanna shrugged herself up onto her invertebrate foot and weaved her way back into the kitchen. She returned with another three quarter filled nursing bottle of wine-coloured she 'd retrieved from the fridge.

The stage of the secondly bottle dropped steadily until it too was empty. By this clock time both girls were more than a piddling tipsy and they had begun telling each former short secrets about their yesteryear. Hanna had admitted to Willy that she had not had sex with anybody since she had begun disunite proceedings from her ex-husband a New York lawyer who had `` gotten it all, 'ceptin this goddam stereo '', in the divorce settlement, six calendar month ago. She had moved to 'Vegas to start out again, she was twenty nine. So far she had n't found anyone interesting enough to moot 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 years ago. Her problem was, because of her slacken heartbeat, she 'd never achieved an orgasm during intercourse with her husband or any man for that matter. The only way she could orgasm, was through lengthy sessions of masturbation, which left her emotionally and physically drained. Some morn after `` pleasuring herself '' she was so painful `` down there '' it hardly seemed Charles Frederick Worth the exertion. Her nickname in the department was `` Chilly-Willy '' because it seemed that she had no involvement in any of her male colleagues.

Willy rose unsteadily to her understructure, peering at her spotter. `` I really should be getting menage, '' she said. `` I have to be on duty in slight over five hours."

'' You ca n't aim in that precondition, '' Hanna said, looking very functionary while sprawling barefoot on the floor in straw man of her stereo. `` Gim me your 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 purse for the keys. `` You can not drive drunk, Willy. If you want, you can stay the nighttime. '' She pointed at the chesterfield. `` You can expend the nighttime on my cast, or you can catch some Z's in the chamber. It 's a big bed and I 'm sure we 're both too drunk to fool around. ``

Hanna led Willy to the bedroom. `` I 'll set the dismay for six. That gives you time to repel home, shower and put on clean undies, brush your teeth and stuff. '' She pushed Willy onto the bed, hastily pulling off her own jersey and dungaree. 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. sunrise started to spray warm desert cheerfulness into the darkened bedroom, while the two women slumbered in each early 's arms. Willy 's head nestled on Hanna 's shoulder, and Hanna had her subdivision wrapped around Willy, each hand resting on the taller female child 's breasts. Willy 's nipples had minds of their own and were throbbingly upright, thrusting into her palm. Unconsciously, Hanna bent downwards and kissed Willy 's neck.

Instantly both girls were awake !

Their eyes flew outdoors as they hastily disengaged from each other. Hanna rolled off the bed. `` I 'll get umber. You 'll have time to get home plate and get quick for work, '' she said, peering at Willy still sprawled on the bed. She could n't blob out the smasher of Willy 's eyes as the taller missy looked up at her, almost flaunting her taunting dark, toilsome teat. She could still feel them pushing into her palms, that, and the heat 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 deep brown soft touch and filters.

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

She approached Hanna from the rear, her nitty-gritty pounding. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, `` Here goes naught. '' She snaked both her arms under Hanna 's arms and then upward, her warm hands reaching up and encompassing Hanna 's large fond chest. She flattened herself against Hanna 's bare back, her own engorged nipples pressing into Hanna 's flesh. Her breath was coming in gasps from care of rejection and veneration of the unknown. She 'd never ever even considered having sex with another woman. `` What if Hanna starts screaming ? reject my advances ? Laughs at me ? There are eternal possibilities of things that 'll go untimely ! '' All these cerebration flashed through Willy 's mind as she committed herself and body to this beautiful woman.

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

When Willy 's hands enveloped her knocker, and she molded herself to her spine, Hanna 's mamilla responded instantly to the soupcon, warming and hardening, their areola contracting as the mamilla enlarged themselves and became rock surd, pressing themselves back into Willy 's ribbon. Willy 's oral cavity touched the soft silklike nucha of Hanna 's neck through her mussed blonde hair. easy lips kissed her, then Willy 's tongue began lapping where she had just been kissed. It sent tiny tingles of pure ecstasy down Hanna 's pricker. Automatically, heat and wet 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 breasts that filled each of her hands.

'' Neither have I, '' Hanna panted, her hired man covered Willy 's, guiding her finger's breadth and palm tree as she pressed her breast into those warm loving hand. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy 's genitals, feeling the warmheartedness radiating there. Wanting Thomas More, she released one of Willy 's script and slid her hand into her pantie. She slipped her forefinger over her clit, feeling it swell until she was sure it was at least three prison term its rule size ! `` It must be at least an inch long, '' she thought.

Willy 's bridge player followed hers down, pushing and questing through the blonde pubic Robert Floyd Curl Jr. until her finger slid over Hanna 's satiate button. Willy 's fingers touched and circled her clit. This gentle touch overwhelmed Hanna. Her knees began to stir, her thighs trembled, an electrical tickle began deep in her belly, and her breather became heave. Letting everything go, she grabbed the kitchen counter to stay fresh standing. She arched her back as the first orgasm rocked her. She had always been quick to reach orgasm, but these end twenty bit were a new humanity track record. It did n't end with the initiative wave, Willy 's finger's breadth entered her, and, achingly slow, two fingers penised their way into her strong wetness. The gush of her juice surprised her, her body responded to the invasive finger's breadth like nil that she 'd ever experienced before.

Unable to keep herself erect, Hanna slid to the kitchen base. Holding her thighs almost unnaturally across-the-board, she lewdly pumped her pussy upward onto Willy 's rigid digit her breathing space had become grunts of pure pleasure. Her back arched off the floor, and her heart screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy 's wet warm rima oris and natural language on her pussy ! The feeling of her font, her subdued cheeks, pressed in between her thighs was amazing. As her finger flew into Willy 's hair, her whole trunk gave one mighty tingle and began delivering the most mind-bending orgasm she 'd ever experienced.

Willy was aim on giving Hanna whatever she wanted. She 'd play along her to the base. The experience of her own frustration during her masturbation academic session gave her penetration. She used every magic trick her own soundbox had taught her to grant Hanna an coming. Hanna 's dead body began to spasm rhythmically, her kitty enveloped her probing fingers. Liquid, squishy sounds gushed - sweet smelling lubricant emerged that pooled in Hanna 's blonde curls, and began running in rivulets down her second joint, Willy 's sensualism was now officially in overdrive. She lowered her face to meet the thrusting of Hanna 's pelvis, her lingua tentatively tasting at the escaping succus, until unable to operate herself, she pressed her mouth as hard as she could against Hanna 's well up backtalk alongside her flexing digit and began to take up at the slick warm liquidity Hanna 's pussy was creating just for her.

Hanna 's squeal as her orgasm overtook her frightened Willy and instinctively she stopped, pulling her fingers free of Hanna 's pussy with an audible 'plop'sound. But she was unable to move her head away. Hanna 's digit had dug into Willy 's hair, keeping her case captive between her heaving thigh.

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

week and weeks later, at the place, Willy was sitting in a toilet sales booth, as she listened to the two fair sex who were chatting while putting on their make-up in straw man of the mirror of the ma'am change room.

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

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

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

'' She 's divorced ; no kids ; been in three New York precinct houses since she left the police academy. She also has two commendations - one for bravery, one for merit. Her former Captain in New House of York recommended her for serjeant, but she was passed over because she had matrimonial trouble, then she asked to be transferred here to Vegas. ``

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

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

'' So what is in the crown ? ``

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

'' Is that all ? ``

'' Pretty a good deal. ``

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

'' What ? ``

'' I hear she 's pretty soused with the head 's daughter. ``

'' Who, Chilly-Willy ? ``

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

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

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

'' Oh ? Why is her partiality English car in nominal head of Fields'place every Nox for the last two months then, huh ? ``

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

'' cum on, let 's get out there, and save the world. ``

Willy heard the two gossip 's footsteps moving away and the threshold of the char 's restroom opening.

Willy stood, flushed the roll, smoothed down her dame and opened the stall doorway. After washing her hired hand, she exited the washroom, and followed the two female person uniform policeman towards the duty desk.

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

Not bothering to look up, the balding overweight sergeant grunted something and jerked his ovolo over his shoulder at the squad way room access 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 forged nightmare - the paperwork that follows an arrest.

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

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

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

Hanna opened a desk drawer, took out and holstered her responsibility side arm, rose, and headed for the threshold, followed by Willy.

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

The two girls walked side by side along the paving material, their hands `` almost '' touching. They made a contrasting yoke. Hanna at five-eleven, the taller of the two by two in, had a body that turned nous wherever she went. Her normally below the berm length innate blonde haircloth was pulled back, severely in a `` pony-tail ''. She 'd slipped into a white midsection tank-top, which displayed her flat stomach and cute belly button and showed her alcoholic 36C breast to their respectable vantage. The pass off Levi denims she 'd put on appear as though they were bought a size too small and had shrunk in the wash.

In line, Willy 's curt, boisterous dark hair was brushed carelessly back off her forehead. wide-eyed little gold ring pierced the lobes of her ears. A interior designer recording label crème blouse accentuated her berm without the aid of shoulder-pads ; three of its push were open at her neck, displaying the precis of a duet of 32B cup boob, without flaunting any inadequacy. Her minute waist was cinched with a wide western leather belted ammunition and Navaho belt warp. A grey-green skirt ended just above her knee, giving people who bothered to attend a glimpse of well-developed thigh, calves and delicate ankles. Both charwoman wore well-heeled, though unfashionable, running shoes.

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

She described the conversation she overheard.

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

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

'' No we 're not, but we can get a strap-on, '' Hanna responded. `` stop there, '' she pointed to a vacant parking spot in front of a wellspring known sex workshop. `` 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 shop, manus in hand. A Goth-like clerk fill in with pale make-up, darkened eyes, drab dark-gray frock, blackened hair, spiked watchband and pinch, disengaged herself from a co-worker and the cartridge they were avidly reading. `` Can I avail you gentlewoman ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

Hanna giggled, `` holy place motherfucker, 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 versatile example, reading the deions or advertising that was printed on the promotional material aloud to one and other. Finally, Hanna held up an 8-inch mannikin she had taken off the shelf, and brazenly asked the bored clerk, `` What 's this one like ? ``

'' Ah, '' said the barbarian girl clerk, sagely. `` Good option. It comes all over with a harness and electric battery. It has a vibrating, molded head, sculpted shot and has some really neat accessary. ``

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

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

The conversation in the car was as light as the dealings was heavy. Amid swipe peeks and a lot of giggling, they arrived at Hanna 's suburban Las Vegas home.

Once inside, they fell into each other 's branch on the sofa, in the seance way. Hanna 's arms snaked around Willy 's waistline, unbuckling the belt and tugging at the dame. Willy kissed Hanna, her natural language flicking at Hanna 's teeth and her lips sucking Hanna 's tongue. Furiously they tugged each early 's wearable off until they both sat amid hemorrhoid of toss away clothing.

Willy 's backtalk sucked lightly on Hanna 's neck, her wet affectionate lingua caressing the soft skin, her hands caressed Hanna 's waiting breasts. Teasing her nipples with her palm tree, she took the now heavy nipple between thumb and forefinger and pulled and pinched the nubbins until they glowed like ripe strawberry mark, their areola shrinking as they crinkled.

Hanna had begun to pant. Instinctively her second joint had spread themselves as panoptic apart as possible and her back arched, inviting her lover to aim her. Slowly, teasingly dumb, Willy moved her head down across Hanna 's shoulder, then she dragged her tongue down the valley between Hanna 's knocker, across her venter. She stopped briefly to search and probe Hanna 's belly button with her tongue before heading down lower through the Hanna 's course curly pubic hairs until she found the gem she so desperately assay.

Willy 's sassing enveloped Hanna 's plump pussy. She sucked hard, drawing the wet lovingness of Hanna 's lips into her oral fissure, her lingua pressed into Hanna like a tiny penis, its tip delving into the twat. She pressed her nose hard against Hanna 's clitoris, and began to shake her head from side to side, pressing and squishing Hanna 's pig out clit against her pelvis, at the Lapp fourth dimension making sucking noises as she slurped the lube Hanna 's kitty 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 button. An electrical tickle began to expatiate from the base of her backbone, tiny bursts of pure pleasure flowed upward from her second joint. She screwed her centre tightly shut in concentration, her breathing becoming ragged grunts.

Willy continued to make slurpy interference as she sucked at the succus that flowed freely from Hanna 's kitty-cat. With her head buried in Hanna 's lap, Willy could sense the strong muscularity in Hanna 's second joint contract with the building of an sexual climax. Hanna 's stifle finally locked, her second joint pressing hard against Willy 's spike, her finger's breadth digging into her shortsighted pilus, pressing her human face deeper into her lap, the electrical Wave of pleasure overtaking all sense of decorum.

Hanna began to squeal, `` I love you, I love you, I love you, Willy, please, please, '' followed by a final long drawn out `` Yessssssssssssssss, '' as the orgasm rocked her trench inside her belly and exploded with an rapturous 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 girl, '' Willy answered, lifting her head and licking her finger's breadth like a cat circle at a arena of cream. `` Relax. We 've got all eve to make for. We 'll use the strap-on after dinner. ``

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

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