Willy was a cop, girl of a cop, a Sister to pig and cousin-german to many cops. A few month before her thirty-sixth birthday, she was slim, standing five metrical foot nine with the wide shoulders, flattish pectus, and slim down pelvis with the incredibly powerful thigh of a bather. She loved body of water, and still float when she got the fortune. She had short circuit rambunctious dark hair that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable feature were her center. They were large ; the people of colour of a hazy sea, sometimes gray, changing to jade viridity, depending on her mood. With Hellenic os zygomaticum, a beautiful font, slim physical structure, she still got carded when entering a bar where she was n't known.

She helped the frailty squad out from meter to time, stake-outs, dressing in a tartan micro-mini and stiletto heels and halter-tops, long wigs, padded bra and gobs of make up ; it was not something she overly enjoyed. Being a detective, she loved, solving puzzling robbery, catching `` scam-artists '', that flocked to Vega, getting them `` off the street ''. This was her life history. She enjoyed most other aspects of her life history, as a peace of mind police officer, the camaraderie, the common sense she was making a departure. Like most cops, she hated the necessary paperwork and endless court appearances that went alongside any arrest. In addition, she shot `` Sniper '' with her custom Winchester 30.06 and was a phallus of the prestigious S.W.A.T.

She had been born with a heart defect, simply put, it beat ten to fifteen beats a hour tiresome than average. Heart specialists had no therapeutic for the defect. The sluggish essence rate had given her a solid phlegmatic outlook on life that even her failed man and wife 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 only if extravagance. It had cost her a destiny to reconstruct from the whale she had discovered at an car graveyard in the desert just outside of the city. The twin chromed exhausts gaiter and growled as the streamlined car snapshot forward at a keen pace. The monthly backyard family barbeque at her parent 's house, with her brothers and full cousin was something she hated to miss.

She had restored the British sports car herself ; her sidekick and dad dog-tired countless time of day helping her to recreate it, to the compass point it had first been driven off the factory lot in Coventry England forty odd years ago. The paintwork gleamed Brits Racing Green. Each patch of chrome had been re-chromed and burnished until they shone. The Engine and running geared wheel had been sent back to the Coventry factory where it had been blueprinted and retooled to accept the gamey octane, lead-free gas of the time, rather than the leaded pollutant it had originally been created to run on. The leather of the interior was kingcup brown, an exact duplication of the recent '80 models, with easygoing as a mitt the well-fixed bucket seats that enveloped the person sitting in them. The splasher and steering wheel had gone to a Panthera onca specialist in California, the walnut tree refurbished, gauges replaced, and the leather re-stitched so that it appeared new and unblemished.

Her tightness was shattered by the kick of a siren behind her, the red and white revolving Light on the patrol car lit up behind her, stabbed her center in the rear-view mirror and she lifted off the gas and coasted to a stop on the shoulder of the road.

The cop who exited from the pleasure craft looked like a poster-girl for female copper everywhere. Willy estimated her to be about five foot ten inch. She filled the khaki uniform, as if she had been poured into it. There was not a 1 line in the starched khaki uniform, which she could see. The basket-weaved double-clasped `` Sam Brown '' leather belt around her trim waist slanted down on her left-hand incline, and supported a holstered semi reflexive pistol and sack for spare ammo and regulation handcuffs. Her blonde haircloth was tied back, as per the regulating, in a ponytail, that flowed out of the back of her baseball cap. Mirrored `` aeronaut '' Raybans hid and shielded her oculus from the desert brilliance, making it hard to estimate her age.

'' I clocked you at seventy six air mile per 60 minutes, gentlewoman. The speed limit posted for this section of the freeway is fifty-five. May I see your permission and proof of enrollment please ? ``

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

The cop looked at the offered badge, handed it back to Willy. `` license and proof of ownership, please, tec 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 drivers license card.

'' The speed I clocked you at is above the floor I can cut you a speeding just the ticket for. rule 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular traffic on highways of Nevada state clearly state of matter that when a vehicle is measured doing a speed in overindulgence of twenty dollar bill miles per hour over the brand speed limit, it be impounded and that a summons be issued to the driver for a Court fount. I have to impound this vehicle, and bring out you a stock-purchase warrant to come out in court, tec Smits. volition you step out of the fomite please ? I will radio for a tow-truck to make your vehicle to pound. Do you need to touch anyone for jump transport, or shall I drive you to the nearest bus station ? Perhaps you would choose 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 by breaking the speed limit, 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 serious. She dug into her purse and pulled out her cellular 'phone, while unbuckling her rubber whang. She pulled herself out of the seat and stood beside her beloved Jaguar. She punched buttons 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 former and that the burgers are on the barbeque. Can I address to Dad please ? ``

She waited, holding the phone to her ear. After a few seconds her dad came the earphone. `` Hi Dad, can you fetch me ? I 'm on highway 30 five about five Swedish mile from you ? No, no, the car is very well, in fact your dealings 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, okay Dad, grip on. ''

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

Hanna area took the offered phone and radius. `` Hello this is Officer Fields, Deputy-Chief. Yes sir, but ... but I have followed the correct procedure in this case. I clocked the vehicle at seventy-six stat mi per hour. 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 lots self-regard as she could muster, climbed in, revved the motor and proceeded, with a squeal of rubber, to make an illegal U-turn over the painted median and foreland back the way she had originally come.

Willy waived in mock friendliness at the disappearing team 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 cousin-german, as well as many other relatives were on the force. The merriment of the occasion was not lost on her class. Her dad admonished her for the speech sound call while her sidekick 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 kin touch football, Willy turned to her father. `` Dad, can you get me Hanna Fields'home reference ? '' She handed him her cell. Her dad punched in his function figure and spoke to the clerk on tariff. He wrote the address on a piece of paper of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.

Dusk became evening as the various fellowship 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 send speed limitation. She made a short hitch at an all hours liquor store, and the florist alongside it. The Jaguar coasted to a plosive speech sound outside a lowly home in a middle-income area of the urban center. The garden was sparsely populated. A ovalbumin Honda still displaying New York plate was parked in the driveway. Tall unmowed forage showed that the resident spent little time `` smelling the heyday ''.

Willy stepped up and knocked on the front door, holding the lot of red pink wine in figurehead of her. Hanna was no longer in her uniform when she answered the door, Willy noted that Hanna 's eyes were china blue sky. She was dressed in a pair of cutoff jeans and cotton tee shirt with the red Malus pumila logotype for New York emblazoned on the battlefront. Her bare toes coated with red coral complete varnish peeked up at Willy, giving the illusion of vulnerability.

Willy offered the blonde the heyday. `` heartsease offering, '' she stated sincerely.

Hanna accepted the flowers. `` Thank you, Deputy-Chief Smits'girl, '' 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 ca-ca it right, thought. You abused the system. This is my first week on the job here. I have been the buns of so many caper from everybody in the section since I got here. I thought you were just another piece of my innovation, '' she said grinning. Your sarcastic lil wave as I drove off .... ugh ! '' she grunted.

Willy followed her into the sitting way. cardboard box were strewn unattended on the floor, some still unopened. It was obvious that Hanna had not gotten take out yet. She handed Hanna the roses and wine.

'' Let me happen a vase and put these in some water. Look in that box. '' She pointed to an unopened box near the hot seat Willy was sitting on. You should detect an opener and looking glass in there, probably near the bottom. ''

Hanna rummaged through a one-half void carton, and extracted a dim-witted trash vase for the rose wine. She walked through a door to the kitchen. Willy could discover her filling the vase from the faucet.

Willy found the glasses and opener in the box, and proceeded to spread out the wine-colored. Hanna returned, arranging the rosebush in the vase as she walked. She placed the flowers on top of the TV set and settled onto the chesterfield across from the chair Willy was sitting on. Willy reached over and handed Hanna a drinking glass of wine, then holding up her field glass in a goner. `` To you, Hanna, a new first and my humble apologies for abusing the organization. ``

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 salve from my divorce. '' She slipped onto the trading floor in front of the stereo and selected a CD from a piling alongside the building block.

Soon melodic phrase of `` sens band in the night '' filled the room. `` I love his slow sensual cycle, '' she said.

They sipped their wine and listened to the euphony, Hanna sitting crown of thorns legged in figurehead of the stereo and Willy on the death chair next to her. Their interpersonal ice began to thaw and they began to discuss their calling - the job, the city, offense and their liveliness. The layer of wine-colored slowly dropped until the close drib was deposited into Hanna 's glass. Hanna shrugged herself up onto her feet and weaved her way back into the kitchen. She returned with another three quarter filled bottle of wine-colored she 'd retrieved from the fridge.

The level of the back bottle dropped steadily until it too was empty. By this clock time both girls were more than a little tipsy and they had begun telling each other petty secret about their past times. Hanna had admitted to Willy that she had not had sex with anybody since she had begun split up proceedings from her ex-husband a New York lawyer who had `` cause it all, 'ceptin this goddam stereo '', in the divorcement village, six months ago. She had moved to 'Vegas to set about again, she was twenty nine. So far she had n't found anyone interesting decent to moot a bed married person.

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 slowly heartbeat, she 'd never achieved an orgasm during coition with her husband or any man for that matter. The solely way she could orgasm, was through lengthy Sessions of masturbation, which left her emotionally and physically drained. Some sunup after `` pleasuring herself '' she was so huffy `` down there '' it hardly seemed worth the effort. Her nickname in the section was `` Chilly-Willy '' because it seemed that she had no interest in any of her male person colleagues.

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

'' You ca n't drive in that condition, '' Hanna said, looking very official while sprawling barefoot on the floor in front end of her stereo. `` Gim me your samara, '' 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 understructure, and walked to Willy who still was rummaging through her handbag for the headstone. `` You can not labour wino, Willy. If you want, you can stay the night. '' She pointed at the chesterfield. `` You can expend the night on my couch, or you can slumber in the bedchamber. It 's a big bed and I 'm sure we 're both too inebriate to fool around. ``

Hanna led Willy to the bedroom. `` I 'll set the alarm for six. That gives you metre to labour plate, shower and put on clean undies, brush your teeth and stuff and nonsense. '' She pushed Willy onto the bed, hastily pulling off her own T-shirt and jeans. She climbed onto the bed wearing only her panties, side by side to Willy, who was struggling out of her clothes, and flicked off the light.

Sometime during the night their bodies connected. break of the day started to spray warm desert cheer into the darkened bedroom, while the two women slumbered in each other 's implements of war. Willy 's head nestled on Hanna 's berm, and Hanna had her arms wrapped around Willy, each hand resting on the taller girl 's breast. Willy 's mamilla had minds of their own and were throbbingly erect, thrusting into her palms. Unconsciously, Hanna bent-grass downwards and kissed Willy 's neck.

Instantly both daughter were awake !

Their eyes flew open as they hastily disengaged from each other. Hanna rolled off the bed. `` I 'll get coffee. You 'll have got time to get home and get ready for work, '' she said, peering at Willy still sprawled on the bed. She could n't blot out the beauty of Willy 's eyes as the taller girl looked up at her, almost flaunting her taunt dark, unvoiced pap. She could still feel them pushing into her laurel wreath, that, and the warmth that Willy 's body had radiated.

With that, still clad only in her scanty, she turned and walked to the kitchen and began rustling the coffee bean mugs 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 core pounding. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, `` Here goes nothing. '' She snaked both her arms under Hanna 's arms and then upward, her warm hands reaching up and encompassing Hanna 's large ardent breasts. She flattened herself against Hanna 's bare back, her own engorged tit pressing into Hanna 's frame. Her breath was coming in gasp from reverence of rejection and reverence of the unknown region. She 'd never ever even considered having sex with another fair sex. `` What if Hanna starts screaming ? reject my progression ? laughter at me ? There are endless possibleness of things that 'll go faulty ! '' All these thoughts flashed through Willy 's head 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 out, damn me ! ''

When Willy 's helping hand enveloped her titty, and she molded herself to her back, Hanna 's nipples responded instantly to the tinge, warming and hardening, their areola catching as the nipples enlarged themselves and became rock hard, pressing themselves back into Willy 's palms. Willy 's mouth touched the sonant satiny scruff of Hanna 's cervix through her mussed blond haircloth. lenient lips kissed her, then Willy 's lingua began lapping where she had just been kissed. It sent tiny thrill of pure ecstasy down Hanna 's back. 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 breasts that filled each of her hands.

'' Neither have I, '' Hanna panted, her hands covered Willy 's, guiding her finger's breadth and palms as she pressed her pectus into those warm loving mitt. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy 's crotch, feeling the warmth radiating there. Wanting Sir Thomas More, she released one of Willy 's hands and slid her deal into her panties. She slipped her index finger over her clitoris, feeling it swell until she was indisputable it was at least three times its normal size ! `` It must be at least an column inch long, '' she thought.

Willy 's script followed hers down, pushing and questing through the blonde pubic lock until her fingers slid over Hanna 's glut clitoris. Willy 's finger's breadth touched and circled her clit. This patrician touch overwhelmed Hanna. Her stifle began to shake, her thighs trembled, an electric tickle began deep in her venter, and her breath became puff. Letting everything go, she grabbed the kitchen counter to maintain standing. She arched her back as the first orgasm rocked her. She had always been quick to reach sexual climax, but these last twenty moment were a new world book. It did n't end with the first wave, Willy 's fingers entered her, and, achingly slow, two fingers penised their way into her warm wetness. The gush of her juice surprised her, her body responded to the invading fingers like cipher that she 'd ever experienced before.

Unable to keep herself raise, Hanna slid to the kitchen story. Holding her thighs almost unnaturally all-inclusive, she lewdly pumped her pussy upwardly onto Willy 's rigid fingers her breath had become oink of vestal delight. Her back arched off the floor, and her center screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy 's wet warm up back talk and glossa on her twat ! The feel of her aspect, her flabby impudence, pressed in between her thighs was amazing. As her fingers flew into Willy 's fuzz, her solid body gave one mighty quiver and began delivering the most mind-blowing orgasm she 'd ever experienced.

Willy was intent on giving Hanna whatever she wanted. She 'd followed her to the floor. The experience of her own foiling during her onanism sessions gave her brainstorm. She used every fast one her own body had taught her to give Hanna an orgasm. Hanna 's consistency began to spasm rhythmically, her pussy enveloped her probing finger's breadth. Liquid, squishy sounds gushed - mellisonant smelling lubricator emerged that pooled in Hanna 's blonde lock, and began running in streamlet down her thighs, Willy 's sensuality was now officially in overdrive. She lowered her face to meet the thrusts of Hanna 's pelvis, her tongue tentatively tasting at the escaping juice, until unable to moderate herself, she pressed her mouth as hard as she could against Hanna 's swollen brim alongside her flexing fingers and began to give suck at the slick warm liquid Hanna 's slit was creating just for her.

Hanna 's squeal as her orgasm overtook her frightened Willy and instinctively she stopped, pulling her fingers exempt of Hanna 's pussy with an hearable 'plop'auditory sensation. But she was ineffectual to move her head away. Hanna 's digit had dug into Willy 's hair, keeping her look captive between her heaving thighs.

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

workweek and weeks later, at the station, Willy was sitting in a toilet stall, as she listened to the two women who were chatting while putting on their constitution in front of the mirror of the ladies change room.

'' So, what do you intend of the new young woman ? '' one asked the other.

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

'' So what 's the juice then ? assure me all, '' the foremost woman demanded.

'' She 's divorced ; no small fry ; been in three New York precinct houses since she left the police force honorary society. She also has two commendation - one for braveness, one for merit. Her late Captain in New York recommended her for sergeant, but she was passed over because she had married problems, then she asked to be transferred here to Lope Felix de Vega Carpio. ``

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

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

'' So what is in the crownwork ? ``

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

'' Is that all ? ``

'' Pretty practically. ``

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

'' What ? ``

'' I hear she 's pretty nasty with the tribal chief 's daughter. ``

'' Who, Chilly-Willy ? ``

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

'' Wooo ! Sounds like sober lesbo military action. ``

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

'' Oh ? Why is her fancy English car in front of theater of operations'office every night for the last two months then, huh ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hanna looked up and flashed a wide smile, her luminous blue center lighting up. `` Hi, Willy. I 'm just about done. Gim me five min, OK ? I just need to finish up this, '' she said, pointing to the written 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 give this to the D.S., then gim me a 2nd to change into civvies, and we 're outta here. ``

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

The white heating of the desert almost overwhelmed them as they stepped down from the stairs of the constabulary station, into the sun. Almost simultaneously both cleaning lady reached instinctively for their sunglasses. Hanna 's were the mirrored Ray-bans `` flyer '' that hid her widely expressive blue eyes. Willy 's were the less concealing Gucci wrap-around, that shaded her effective feature, her lucent cat valium eyes, and framed her classic cheekbones.

The two girls walked slope by side along the paving material, their hired man `` almost '' touching. They made a contrasting duet. Hanna at five-eleven, the taller of the two by two inches, had a body that turned headland wherever she went. Her normally below the shoulder length natural blonde hairsbreadth was pulled back, severely in a `` pony-tail ''. She 'd slipped into a Elwyn Brooks White midriff tank-top, which displayed her apartment stomach and cute belly button and showed her lush 36C bosom to their best vantage. The pass off St. Matthew the Apostle denims she 'd put on bet as though they were bought a sizing too small and had shrunk in the wash.

In contrast, Willy 's short, unruly dark hairsbreadth was brushed carelessly back off her forehead. Simple small gold hoops pierced the lobes of her auricle. A fashion designer recording label crème blouse accentuated her berm without the aid of shoulder-pads ; three of its clitoris were open air at her neck, displaying the outline of a twosome of 32B cup boob, without flaunting any inadequateness. Her narrow waist was cinched with a wide westerly leather belt and Navajo belt buckle. A gray-green skirt ended just above her knee, giving citizenry who bothered to expect a glimpse of well-developed second joint, calves and delicate articulatio talocruralis. Both cleaning lady wore comfortable, though unfashionable, running shoes.

As they reached Willy 's '63 racing-green E-type Jaguar, Willy unlocked the passenger room access and held it overt for Hanna, before moving to the driver 's door and slipping behind the rack. She moved the car into the belated afternoon traffic, heading towards Hanna 's family.

She described the conversation she overheard.

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

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

'' No we 're not, but we can get a strap-on, '' Hanna responded. `` check there, '' she pointed to a vacant parking pip 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 door after they had exited.

They walked into the prominent sex shop, hand in manus. A Goth-like clerk sodding with pale make-up, darkened eyes, drab dark-gray frock, blackened fuzz, spiked watch bracelet and collar, disengaged herself from a co-worker and the magazine publisher they were avidly reading. `` Can I serve you ma'am ? '' she asked.

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

The salesclerk nodded knowingly, `` Any particular proposition mannikin or sizing ? '' she asked.

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

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

Hanna giggled, `` holy place poop, there 's one C ! ``

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

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

'' Ah, '' said the peasant missy clerk, sagely. `` Good selection. It comes complete with a harness and batteries. It has a vibrating, molded head, sculpted shaft and has some really straight accessory. ``

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

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

The conversation in the car was as illumination as the traffic was heavy. Amid sneak peeks and a lot of giggling, they arrived at Hanna 's suburban Las Lope Felix de Vega Carpio home.

Once inside, they fell into each other 's arms on the sofa, in the sitting room. Hanna 's arms snaked around Willy 's waist, unbuckling the whack and tugging at the bird. Willy kissed Hanna, her tongue flicking at Hanna 's tooth and her lip sucking Hanna 's tongue. Furiously they tugged each other 's clothing off until they both sat amid piles of chuck out clothing.

Willy 's mouth sucked lightly on Hanna 's cervix, her wet strong spit caressing the easygoing skin, her handwriting caressed Hanna 's waiting tit. Teasing her nipples with her palms, she took the now heavy nipple between quarter round and forefinger and pulled and pinched the nubbins until they glowed like ripe strawberries, their areolae shrinking as they crinkled.

Hanna had begun to pant. Instinctively her thighs had spread themselves as wide apart as possible and her back arched, inviting her lover to take her. Slowly, teasingly slow, Willy moved her head down across Hanna 's shoulder, then she dragged her tongue down the vale between Hanna 's boob, across her belly. She stopped briefly to explore and probe Hanna 's belly button with her tongue before heading down lower through the Hanna 's course curly pubic hairs until she found the hoarded wealth she so desperately sought-after.

Willy 's mouth enveloped Hanna 's plump pussy. She sucked hard, drawing the wet fondness of Hanna 's lips into her oral fissure, her lingua pressed into Hanna like a tiny member, its tip delving into the slit. She pressed her nose hard against Hanna 's button, and began to shake her head from side to side, pressing and squishing Hanna 's binge clit against her pelvic girdle, at the Saami time making sucking noises as she slurped the lube Hanna 's puss had begun to produce, just for her.

Hanna gasped, arching her back further, thighs twitching faster and faster as Willy 's nose earth and squished her now super-sensitive clit. An electrical tickle began to inflate from the al-Qaida of her spinal column, midget bursts of pure pleasure flowed upward from her thigh. She screwed her centre tightly shut in concentration, her breathing becoming ragged grunts.

Willy continued to cook slurpy noises as she sucked at the juice that flowed freely from Hanna 's puss. With her caput buried in Hanna 's lap, Willy could feel the secure muscles in Hanna 's thighs contract with the construction of an coming. Hanna 's human knee finally locked, her thighs pressing hard against Willy 's ears, her digit digging into her poor hairsbreadth, pressing her typeface deeper into her lap, the electrical waves of pleasance overtaking all sentiency of decorum.

Hanna began to confess, `` I love you, I love you, I love you, Willy, please, please, '' followed by a final exam long drawn out `` Yessssssssssssssss, '' as the coming rocked her deep inside her belly and exploded with an rapt shuddering that took her breathing spell away.

As her breathing slowly returned to formula, 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 babe female child, '' Willy answered, lifting her head word and licking her digit like a cat laps at a roll of cream. `` Relax. We 've got all evening to meet. We 'll use the strap-on after dinner. ``

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

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