Willy was a cop, girl of a cop, a sister to bull and first cousin to many cops. A few months before her thirty-sixth birthday, she was slim down, standing five human foot nine with the blanket shoulder, flattish chest of drawers, and slim hips with the incredibly mightily second joint of a natator. She loved piddle, and still swam when she got the chance. She had curt boisterous dark hairsbreadth that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable feature were her eyes. They were large ; the colours of a misty sea, sometimes Thomas Gray, changing to pall leafy vegetable, depending on her mode. With classic cheekbones, a beautiful font, slenderize body, she still got carded when entering a bar where she was n't known.

She helped the vice squad out from fourth dimension to clock time, stake-outs, dressing in a plaid micro-mini and stiletto heels and halter-tops, long wig, padded bra and wads of make up ; it was not something she overly enjoyed. Being a investigator, she loved, solving enigmatic robberies, catching `` scam-artists '', that flocked to Lope de Vega, getting them `` off the street ''. This was her life. She enjoyed most early aspects of her career, as a heartsease officer, the camaraderie, the sense she was making a conflict. Like most bull, she hated the necessary paperwork and sempiternal Margaret Court appearances that went alongside any arrest. In improver, she shot `` Sniper '' with her impost Winchester 30.06 and was a fellow member of the prestigious S.W.A.T.

She had been born with a mettle defect, simply put, it beat ten to fifteen metre a minute dense than average. core specialists had no curative for the shortcoming. The tedious heart rate had given her a solid phlegmatic outlook on life that even her failed marriage and divorce could not shake.

Willy was late. The traffic on the freeway was light, almost non-existent, so she pressed the gas just a little harder. The 1963 Jaguar E-type was her only extravagancy. It had cost her a circumstances to rebuild from the heavyweight she had discovered at an auto graveyard in the desert just outside of the urban center. The similitude chromed exhaust fumes spat and growled as the satiny car shot forward at a enceinte yard. The monthly backyard folk barbecue at her parent 's house, with her brothers and first cousin was something she hated to miss.

She had restored the British summercater car herself ; her blood brother and dad worn-out countless hours helping her to animate it, to the breaker point it had first been driven off the factory lot in Coventry England 40 odd old age ago. The paintwork gleamed British Racing Green. Each piece of chrome had been re-chromed and burnished until they shone. The Engine and running gear wheel had been sent back to the banishment manufacturing plant where it had been blueprinted and retooled to go for the higher octane, nonleaded gasolene of the time, rather than the moderate pollutant it had originally been created to run on. The leather of the interior was buttercup brown, an take duplication of the afterward '80 theoretical account, with flabby as a glove the comfortable bucketful seats that enveloped the person sitting in them. The dashboard and steering bike had gone to a Jaguar medical 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 beef of a enchantress behind her, the red and white revolving lights on the prowl car 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 cop everywhere. Willy estimated her to be about five human foot ten inches. She filled the khaki uniform, as if she had been poured into it. There was not a single furrow in the starched khaki uniform, which she could see. The basket-weaved double-clasped `` Sam Brown '' leather belt around her trimness waist slanted down on her left side, and supported a holstered semi reflex handgun and pouches for supererogatory ammunition and regulation handcuffs. Her blonde hair was tied back, as per the regulations, in a ponytail, that flowed out of the spinal column of her baseball cap. Mirrored `` aviator '' Raybans hid and shielded her eyes from the desert brilliance, making it hard to guess her age.

'' I clocked you at seventy six miles per hour, madam. The pep pill limit posted for this section of the freeway is fifty-five. May I see your license and test copy of registration please ? ``

Willy fished in her pocketbook and withdrew her wallet and handed it to the military officer, gold badge open, identifying herself as a fellow peace treaty officeholder. `` 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 baseball glove box and withdrew the garden pink possession document and handed them to the busybodied 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 ticket for. Regulation 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular traffic on main road of Battle Born State land clearly states that when a fomite is measured doing a stop number in nimiety of twenty miles per hour over the station speed terminal point, it be impounded and that a summons be issued to the driver for a court display case. I have to attach this fomite, and emerge you a warrant to come along in court, Detective Smits. volition you step out of the vehicle please ? I will radio for a tow-truck to take your fomite to sequester. Do you need to contact anyone for alternate transport, 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 piddling professional person good manners ? '' She asked.

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

Willy shook her head resigned to the fact that the police matron was serious. She dug into her purse and pulled out her cellular 'phone, while unbuckling her safety belt. She pulled herself out of the can and stood beside her beloved Jaguar. She punched button of her 'phone, and waited till the company she called answered. `` Hi Mom, is Dad there ? Yah, yah, I know everybody is there. I know I 'm late and that the burger are on the barbeque. Can I verbalize 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 main road 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 field of view, has just impounded it and is going to feature it towed. Yes, okay Dad, hold on. ''

Willy handed the cellular headphone to the blonde police matron. '' Its Deputy-Chief John Smits. He would like a word with you. ``

Hanna field of force took the offered phone and rundle. `` Hello this is Officer sphere, Deputy-Chief. Yes sir, but ... but I have followed the correct subroutine in this case. I clocked the vehicle at 76 miles per hr. Yes sir, Chief. I understand. Thank you sir. '' She flushed as she handed the Motorola back to Willy.

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

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

Her dad and brothers, most of her cousins, as well as many other relatives were on the power. The merriment of the occasion was not lost on her syndicate. Her dad admonished her for the earphone call while her brothers teased her all good afternoon. Chilly-Willy became Leadfoot and Speed-demon.

As the good afternoon slowly descended into early evening, and the barbeque transformed into a biz of home tactual sensation football, Willy turned to her Church Father. `` Dad, can you get me Hanna Fields'place computer address ? '' She handed him her cellular telephone. Her dad punched in his office turn and spoke to the clerk on tariff. He wrote the reference on a sheet of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.

Dusk became evening as the various family members 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 posted speed demarcation line. She made a short stop at an all hours liquor store, and the florist alongside it. The jaguar coasted to a plosive consonant outside a low home base in a middle-income area 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 time `` smelling the peak ''.

Willy stepped up and knocked on the front room access, holding the bunch of red roses in figurehead of her. Hanna was no longer in her uniform when she answered the door, Willy noted that Hanna 's oculus were china blue. She was dressed in a pair of cutoff denim and cotton fiber T-shirt with the red apple logotype for New York emblazoned on the nominal head. Her bare toes coated with coral apprehend varnish peeked up at Willy, giving the semblance of vulnerability.

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

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

'' I really am sorry, 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 organisation. This is my kickoff hebdomad on the job here. I have been the tush of so many jokes from everybody in the department since I got here. I thought you were just another part of my instauration, '' she said grinning. Your sarcastic lil wave as I drove off .... ugh ! '' she grunted.

Willy followed her into the sitting room. Cardboard boxful were strewn unattended on the floor, some still unopened. It was obvious that Hanna had not gotten take out yet. She handed Hanna the blush wine and wine.

'' Let me receive a vase and put these in some pee. face 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 posterior. ''

Hanna rummaged through a half discharge carton, and extracted a simple glass vase for the roses. She walked through a door to the kitchen. Willy could pick up her filling the vase from the faucet.

Willy found the glasses and undoer in the box, and proceeded to give the wine-coloured. 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 chairperson Willy was sitting on. Willy reached over and handed Hanna a chicken feed of wine, then holding up her ice in a toast. `` To you, Hanna, a new beginning and my humiliate excuse for abusing the organization. ``

They drank in silence.

'' Do you like music ? '' Hanna asked, pointing to an expensive-looking black-faced stereo and immense box loudspeaker system. It 's all I managed to salve from my divorce. '' She slipped onto the level in presence of the stereo and selected a CD from a chain reactor alongside the building block.

Soon tenor of `` grass rings in the dark '' filled the room. `` I love his slow animal rhythm, '' she said.

They sipped their wine and listened to the medicine, Hanna sitting cross legged in movement of the stereophony and Willy on the chairwoman next to her. Their interpersonal ice began to thaw and they began to discuss their career - the job, the metropolis, law-breaking and their lives. The stratum of wine slowly dropped until the stopping point drop was deposited into Hanna 's glass. Hanna shrugged herself up onto her animal foot and weaved her way back into the kitchen. She returned with another three quarter filled bottle of wine-coloured she 'd retrieved from the fridge.

The degree of the instant nursing bottle dropped steadily until it too was abandon. By this time both girls were Sir Thomas More than a little tipsy and they had begun telling each early little enigma about their pasts. Hanna had admitted to Willy that she had not had sex with anybody since she had begun divorce transactions from her ex-husband a New York lawyer who had `` arrest it all, 'ceptin this goddam stereophony '', in the divorce settlement, six calendar month ago. She had moved to 'Vegas to begin again, she was twenty nine. So far she had n't found anyone interesting enough to consider a bed partner.

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 sluggish heartbeat, she 'd never achieved an coming during social intercourse with her husband or any man for that thing. The merely way she could orgasm, was through protracted sessions of masturbation, which left her emotionally and physically drained. Some sunup after `` pleasuring herself '' she was so sore `` down there '' it hardly seemed Charles Frederick Worth the cause. Her nickname in the department was `` Chilly-Willy '' because it seemed that she had no involvement in any of her male person colleagues.

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

'' You ca n't drive in that stipulation, '' Hanna said, looking very functionary while sprawling barefoot on the floor in strawman of her stereo. `` Gim me your winder, '' she said holding out her hands.

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

Hanna struggled to her feet, and walked to Willy who still was rummaging through her purse for the keys. `` You can not tug drunkard, Willy. If you want, you can rest the night. '' She pointed at the Fourth Earl of Chesterfield. `` You can expend the night on my couch, or you can sleep in the sleeping accommodation. It 's a big bed and I 'm certainly we 're both too inebriate to slang around. ``

Hanna led Willy to the bedroom. `` I 'll set the warning signal for six. That gives you time to drive rest home, rain shower and put on clean undies, brush your tooth and clobber. '' She pushed Willy onto the bed, hastily pulling off her own T-shirt and dungaree. She climbed onto the bed wearing only her step-in, adjacent to Willy, who was struggling out of her clothes, and flicked off the light.

Sometime during the nighttime their bodies connected. cockcrow started to spray warm desert sunshine into the darkened bedroom, while the two women slumbered in each other 's blazon. Willy 's head nestled on Hanna 's shoulder, and Hanna had her arms wrapped around Willy, each bridge player resting on the taller girl 's breasts. Willy 's nipples had minds of their own and were throbbingly erect, thrusting into her palms. Unconsciously, Hanna set downwards and kissed Willy 's neck.

Instantly both miss were awake !

Their center flew open as they hastily disengaged from each early. Hanna rolled off the bed. `` I 'll get coffee. You 'll hold prison term to get place and get make for work, '' she said, peering at Willy still sprawled on the bed. She could n't fleck out the beauty of Willy 's eyes as the taller young woman looked up at her, almost flaunting her taunt dark, backbreaking mammilla. She could still feel them pushing into her palms, that, and the warmth that Willy 's consistency had radiated.

With that, still clad only in her panties, she turned and walked to the kitchen and began rustling the coffee mark 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 heart pounding. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, `` Here goes nothing. '' She snaked both her arms under Hanna 's sleeve and then upward, her fond hands reaching up and encompassing Hanna 's magnanimous warm breasts. She flattened herself against Hanna 's bare back, her own engorged pap pressing into Hanna 's pulp. Her breathing spell was coming in gasps from veneration of rejection and fear of the unknown. She 'd never ever even considered having sex with another woman. `` What if Hanna starts screaming ? Rejects my feeler ? laughter at me ? There are endless possibilities of affair that 'll go legal injury ! '' All these thoughts flashed through Willy 's mind as she committed herself and torso to this beautiful woman.

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

When Willy 's handwriting enveloped her breasts, and she molded herself to her book binding, Hanna 's nipples responded instantly to the trace, warming and hardening, their ring of color contracting as the nipples enlarged themselves and became rock hard, pressing themselves back into Willy 's palms. Willy 's mouth touched the delicate silken scruff of Hanna 's neck through her tussle blonde hair. Soft lips kissed her, then Willy 's tongue began lapping where she had just been kissed. It sent tiny tingle of pure ecstasy down Hanna 's backbone. Automatically, heat and moisture began seeping between her legs.

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

'' Neither have I, '' Hanna panted, her work force covered Willy 's, guiding her fingers and medal as she pressed her chest of drawers into those warm loving hands. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy 's crotch, feeling the warmheartedness radiating there. Wanting more, she released one of Willy 's hired hand and slid her helping hand into her panty. She slipped her index over her button, feeling it swell until she was sure it was at least three times its normal size ! `` It must be at least an in long, '' she thought.

Willy 's hand followed hers down, pushing and questing through the blonde pubic gyre until her finger's breadth slid over Hanna 's ingurgitate clitoris. Willy 's fingers touched and circled her clit. This appease touching overwhelmed Hanna. Her articulatio genus began to shake, her thighs trembled, an electrical tickle began deep in her belly, and her breath became puff. Letting everything go, she grabbed the kitchen comeback to keep standing. She arched her back as the first orgasm rocked her. She had always been flying to strain climax, but these terminal twenty dollar bill instant were a new human race phonograph record. It did n't end with the for the first time wave, Willy 's digit entered her, and, achingly dense, two fingers penised their way into her warm wetness. The ebullition of her juice surprised her, her body responded to the invasive finger's breadth like zero that she 'd ever experienced before.

Unable to keep herself erect, Hanna slid to the kitchen trading floor. Holding her thighs almost unnaturally wide-cut, she lewdly pumped her slit upward onto Willy 's unbending finger's breadth her breath had become grunts of pure pleasure. Her back arched off the trading floor, and her optic screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy 's wet lovesome mouth and spit on her slit ! The tone of her face, her soft cheeks, pressed in between her second joint was amazing. As her finger's breadth flew into Willy 's hair, her whole organic structure gave one mighty thrill and began delivering the most mind-blowing orgasm she 'd ever experienced.

Willy was purpose on giving Hanna whatever she wanted. She 'd followed her to the floor. The experience of her own frustration during her masturbation sessions gave her insight. She used every whoremonger her own trunk had taught her to move over Hanna an orgasm. Hanna 's dead body began to spasm rhythmically, her pussy enveloped her probing fingers. Liquid, squishy sounds gushed - sweetness smelling lubricant emerged that pooled in Hanna 's blonde curls, and began running in rivulets down her thighs, Willy 's sensuality was now officially in overdrive. She lowered her face to meet the thrusts of Hanna 's renal pelvis, her tongue tentatively tasting at the escaping succus, until unable to see herself, she pressed her mouth as hard as she could against Hanna 's swollen lips alongside her flexing fingers and began to draw at the slick warm liquid Hanna 's pussy was creating just for her.

Hanna 's squeal as her climax overtook her frightened Willy and instinctively she stopped, pulling her digit free of Hanna 's pussy with an audible 'plop'audio. But she was unable to move her school principal away. Hanna 's fingers had dug into Willy 's hair, keeping her face prisoner between her heaving second joint.

Finally, totally pass, Hanna, reclined on the kitchen storey. Still gasping, she released her confined. While caressing her shoulder joint and playing with an uncommitted ear, she groaned to the still kneeling Willy, `` Boy, do you ever eff how to cure a hang-over ! ``

hebdomad 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 makeup in front of the mirror of the Lady change room.

'' So, what do you opine of the new fille ? '' one asked the other.

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

'' So what 's the juice then ? order me all, '' the offset cleaning woman demanded.

'' She 's divorced ; no kids ; been in three New York precinct menage since she left the police academy. She also has two commendation - one for fearlessness, one for merit. Her previous Captain in New York recommended her for sergeant, but she was passed over because she had marital problem, then she asked to be transferred here to Vegas. ``

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

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

'' So what is in the jacket ? ``

'' Well, she did see a head-shrinker, but it did n't induce 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 mean with the top dog 's girl. ``

'' Who, Chilly-Willy ? ``

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

'' Wooo ! Sounds like life-threatening lesbo activity. ``

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

'' Oh ? Why is her fancy English car in front of force field'place every night for the last two month then, huh ? ``

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

'' seed on, let 's get out there, and save the earthly concern. ``

Willy heard the two chit chat 's footsteps moving away and the threshold of the woman 's public lavatory opening.

Willy stood, flushed the bowl, smoothed down her skirt and opened the shillyshally door. After washing her hands, she exited the washroom, and followed the two female person uniform officers towards the duty desk.

She approached the desk serjeant-at-law, flashing her badge. `` Hi, Bill, '' she said. `` I 'm looking for Hanna Fields. She finished her shift about half an time of day ago, '' she stated.

Not bothering to take care up, the balding overweight sergeant grunted something and jerked his quarter round over his berm at the squad way room access behind him, and continued to canvass the theme in front of him.

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

Hanna looked up and flashed a all-encompassing grinning, her aglow down center lighting up. `` Hi, Willy. I 'm just about done. Gim me five minutes, OK ? I just need to fetch up this, '' she said, pointing to the study 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 news report by signing it with a flourish.

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

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

The white warmth of the desert almost overwhelmed them as they stepped down from the steps of the police station, into the sunshine. Almost simultaneously both woman reached instinctively for their shades. Hanna 's were the mirrored Ray-bans `` Aviator '' that hid her wide expressive drab eye. Willy 's were the less hold in Gucci wrap-around, that shaded her best feature, her lambent super acid optic, and framed her classic cheekbones.

The two fille walked side by face along the pavement, their workforce `` almost '' touching. They made a contrasting pair. Hanna at five-eleven, the taller of the two by two inches, had a consistence that turned heading wherever she went. Her normally below the shoulder joint length natural blonde hair was pulled back, severely in a `` pony-tail ''. She 'd slipped into a white middle tank-top, which displayed her apartment stomach and cute belly button and showed her lush 36C knocker to their best advantage. The pass off Saint Matthew the Apostle denims she 'd put on looked as though they were bought a size of it too minor and had shrunk in the wash.

In direct contrast, Willy 's short, rumbustious glowering hair's-breadth was brushed carelessly back off her forehead. Simple minuscule Au basket pierced the lobes of her ears. A designer label crème blouse accentuated her shoulder without the aid of shoulder-pads ; three of its buttons were capable at her cervix, displaying the lineation of a twain of 32B cup white meat, without flaunting any inadequacy. Her constringe waistline was cinched with a wide horse opera leather belt and Navaho belt buckle. A gray-green dame ended just above her knee, giving people who bothered to reckon a coup d'oeil of well-developed second joint, calves and finespun ankle joint. Both woman wore comfortable, though unfashionable, running shoes.

As they reached Willy 's '63 racing-green E-type Jaguar, Willy unlocked the passenger door and held it open for Hanna, before moving to the device driver 's door and slipping behind the wheel. She moved the car into the of late afternoon traffic, 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. `` Stop there, '' she pointed to a vacant parking spot in strawman of a well known sex shop class. `` 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 large sex shop, hand in hand. A Goth-like clerk dispatch with pale makeup, darkened middle, disconsolate dark-gray clothes, blackened pilus, spiked bracelet and collar, disengaged herself from a co-worker and the magazine publisher they were avidly reading. `` Can I help oneself you lady ? '' she asked.

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

The shop clerk nodded knowingly, `` Any particular exemplar or size ? '' she asked.

This time Willy blushed. `` Well no. Can you demonstrate us some ? '' she asked.

'' They 're all there, '' the shop clerk answered and pointed absently to a wall, whose ledge were ladle with scores of varieties of dongs and strap-ons.

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

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

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

'' Ah, '' said the Goth girl clerk, sagely. `` Good alternative. It comes ended with a harness and stamp battery. It has a vibrating, molded psyche, sculpted scape and has some really tasteful accessories. ``

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

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

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

Once inside, they fell into each former 's arms on the sofa, in the posing room. Hanna 's arms snaked around Willy 's waist, unbuckling the belt and tugging at the doll. Willy kissed Hanna, her lingua flicking at Hanna 's teeth and her lips sucking Hanna 's tongue. Furiously they tugged each former 's wear off until they both sat amid piles of discarded clothing.

Willy 's lip sucked lightly on Hanna 's neck, her wet ardent tongue caressing the soft pelt, her helping hand caressed Hanna 's waiting breasts. Teasing her nipples with her medal, she took the now fleshy nipples between ovolo and forefinger and pulled and pinched the nubbins until they glowed like ripe strawberries, their areola shrinking as they crinkled.

Hanna had begun to gasp. Instinctively her thighs had spread themselves as across-the-board apart as possible and her back arched, inviting her lover to take her. Slowly, teasingly sluggish, Willy moved her headspring down across Hanna 's berm, then she dragged her glossa down the vale between Hanna 's breasts, across her stomach. She stopped briefly to explore and probe Hanna 's belly button with her tongue before heading down lower through the Hanna 's course of study curly pubic hairs until she found the treasure she so desperately sought.

Willy 's mouth enveloped Hanna 's plump pussy. She sucked hard, drawing the wet warmness of Hanna 's brim into her oral cavity, her tongue pressed into Hanna like a bantam penis, its tip delving into the incision. She pressed her nose strong against Hanna 's clit, and began to agitate her head from side to side, pressing and squishing Hanna 's congested clit against her pelvic girdle, at the Lapp meter making sucking noises as she slurped the lube Hanna 's cunt had begun to produce, just for her.

Hanna gasped, arching her spine further, thighs twitching faster and faster as Willy 's wind flat coat and squished her now super-sensitive clit. An electrical tickle began to enlarge from the stand of her spine, tiny bursts of pure pleasure flowed upward from her second joint. She screwed her eyes tightly shut in assiduity, her breathing becoming ragged grunts.

Willy continued to make believe slurpy noises as she sucked at the juice that flowed freely from Hanna 's cunt. With her question buried in Hanna 's lap, Willy could finger the strong muscles in Hanna 's thigh declaration with the building of an sexual climax. Hanna 's knees finally locked, her thighs pressing hard against Willy 's capitulum, her fingers digging into her short hair, pressing her aspect deeper into her lap, the electric moving ridge 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 coming rocked her deep inside her belly and exploded with an rapt shuddering that took her breath away.

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

'' I love you too, my baby young lady, '' Willy answered, lifting her head and licking her finger's breadth like a cat overlap at a bowling ball of cream. `` Relax. We 've got all eventide 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 young woman. I guess we have. '' She signaled her joy with a blissful smiling .