Willy was a cop, daughter of a cop, a sister to cops and cousin to many cops. A few months before her 36th birthday, she was slight, standing five pick nine with the wide shoulders, flattish chest, and slim hips with the incredibly powerful thighs of a swimmer. She loved water, and still float when she got the chance. She had short rumbustious dark tomentum that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable feature were her eye. They were large ; the vividness of a misty sea, sometimes grey-haired, changing to tire out green, depending on her modality. With classical zygomatic, a beautiful face, slim down consistency, she still got carded when entering a bar where she was n't known.

She helped the vice squad out from time to fourth dimension, stake-outs, dressing in a plaid micro-mini and stiletto heels and halter-tops, retentive wigs, padded bra and tons of make up ; it was not something she overly enjoyed. Being a investigator, she loved, solving enigmatical robberies, 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 repose military officer, the comradery, the sense she was making a difference. Like most cops, she hated the necessary paperwork and endless courtroom appearances that went alongside any catch. In addition, she shot `` Sniper '' with her customs duty Winchester 30.06 and was a member of the prestigious S.W.A.T.

She had been born with a heart defect, simply put, it beat ten to fifteen beats a minute slower than average. sum specialists had no cure for the flaw. The slow kernel rate had given her a solid phlegmatic outlook on life that even her flunk 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 extravagance. It had cost her a fortune to reconstruct from the hulk she had discovered at an car graveyard in the desert just outside of the urban center. The twin chromed exhausts spat and growled as the silky car shot forward at a swell pace. The monthly backyard family barbecue at her parent 's house, with her brothers and cousins was something she hated to miss.

She had restored the Brits sports car herself ; her brothers and dad fagged countless hours helping her to recreate it, to the point it had first been driven off the manufacturing plant lot in Coventry England XL odd geezerhood ago. The paintwork gleamed British people Racing Green. Each musical composition of chrome had been re-chromed and burnished until they shone. The Engine and running appurtenance had been sent back to the ostracism factory where it had been blueprinted and retooled to accept the higher octane, nonleaded gasoline of the time, rather than the leaded pollutant it had originally been created to run on. The leather of the interior was buttercup Brown University, an exact duplicate of the later '80 fashion model, with soft as a glove the well-off bucket seats that enveloped the person sitting in them. The dashboard and steering wheel had gone to a Felis onca specialist in California, the walnut refurbished, bore replaced, and the leather re-stitched so that it appeared new and unblemished.

Her assiduousness was shattered by the squawk of a siren behind her, the red and blanched revolving visible light on the cruiser lit up behind her, stabbed her eyes in the rear-view mirror and she lifted off the gas and coasted to a catch 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 single line in the starched khaki uniform, which she could see. The basket-weaved double-clasped `` Sam Robert Brown '' leather smash around her well-kept waistline slanted down on her result side of meat, and supported a holstered semi automatic shooting iron and pouches for supernumerary ammo and regulating handcuff. Her blonde hair was tied back, as per the regularization, in a ponytail, that flowed out of the back of her baseball cap. Mirrored `` aviator '' Raybans hid and shielded her eye from the desert glare, making it severely to figure her age.

'' I clocked you at seventy six Swedish mile per hour, lady. The upper limit posted for this subdivision of the freeway is 55. May I see your license and proof of enrolment please ? ``

Willy fished in her pocketbook and withdrew her billfold and handed it to the 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 glove box and withdrew the pink possession papers and handed them to the officious cleaning woman, along with her plastic number one wood license card.

'' The speed I clocked you at is above the level I can issue you a speeding ticket for. regularization 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular dealings on highways of Nevada state clearly res publica that when a vehicle is measured doing a amphetamine in excess of twenty naut mi per hour over the carry speed limit, it be impounded and that a summons be issued to the driver for a judicature case. I have to pound this fomite, and bring out you a stock-purchase warrant to come out in lawcourt, Detective Smits. volition you step out of the vehicle please ? I will radio for a tow-truck to carry your vehicle to impound. Do you need to contact anyone for take turns transport, or shall I drive you to the nearest bus station ? Perhaps you would opt 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 little professional courtesy ? '' She asked.

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

Willy shook her read/write head resigned to the fact that the policewoman was sober. She dug into her handbag and pulled out her cellular 'phone, while unbuckling her safety whang. She pulled herself out of the prat and stood beside her dearest panther. She punched push button of her 'phone, and waited till the party she called answered. `` Hi Mom, is Dad there ? Yah, yah, I know everybody is there. I know I 'm later and that the burger are on the barbecue. Can I mouth to Dad please ? ``

She waited, holding the phone to her ear. After a few seconds her dad came the speech sound. `` Hi Dad, can you get 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, `` ship's officer Fields, has just impounded it and is going to accept it towed. Yes, okay Dad, delay on. ''

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

Hanna Fields took the offered phone and spoke. `` hi this is officer Fields, Deputy-Chief. Yes sir, but ... but I have followed the rectify procedure in this eccentric. I clocked the vehicle at 76 mi per 60 minutes. Yes sir, tribal chief. I understand. Thank you sir. '' She flushed as she handed the Motorola back to Willy.

'' You are release to go officer Smits. My apologies for detaining you. '' She turned, stalked to her patrol car with as much dignity as she could muster, climbed in, revved the motor and proceeded, with a squeal of natural rubber, to make an illegal U-turn over the pied median and drumhead 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 family barbeque.

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

As the good afternoon slowly descended into early evening, and the barbeque transformed into a plot of family touch football, Willy turned to her father. `` Dad, can you get me Hanna Fields'place address ? '' She handed him her cellphone. Her dad punched in his office number and spoke to the clerk on duty. He wrote the name and address on a mainsheet of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.

Dusk became evening as the various class extremity began packing up and her parent 's private road and front curtilage no longer resembled a parking lot. Willy headed back towards the city, at the brand speed limit. She made a unawares catch at an all hours liquor storehouse, and the florist alongside it. The Jaguar coasted to a plosive consonant outside a small home in a middle-income area of the city. The garden was sparsely populated. A white Honda still displaying New House of York plates was parked in the driveway. Tall unmowed grass showed that the occupier spent little time `` smelling the flowers ''.

Willy stepped up and knocked on the front threshold, holding the bunch of red roses in front of her. Hanna was no longer in her uniform when she answered the door, Willy noted that Hanna 's eyes were china blueness. She was dressed in a yoke of cutoff dungaree and cotton plant jersey with the red Malus pumila logotype for New York emblazoned on the front. Her bare toes coated with coral sweep through varnish peeked up at Willy, giving the deception of vulnerability.

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

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

'' I really am good-for-nothing, Hanna. I can predict 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 number one week on the job here. I have been the butt of so many prank from everybody in the department since I got here. I thought you were just another share of my initiation, '' she said grinning. Your sarcastic lil wave as I drove off .... ugh ! '' she grunted.

Willy followed her into the sitting room. composition board boxes were strewn unattended on the floor, some still unopened. It was obvious that Hanna had not gotten unpacked yet. She handed Hanna the pink wine and wine.

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

Hanna rummaged through a one-half empty carton, and extracted a elementary field glass vase for the rose. She walked through a door to the kitchen. Willy could hear her filling the vase from the faucet.

Willy found the glasses and undoer in the box, and proceeded to spread the wine-coloured. Hanna returned, arranging the pink wine in the vase as she walked. She placed the flowers on top of the TV set and settled onto the Philip Dormer Stanhope across from the chairman Willy was sitting on. Willy reached over and handed Hanna a chicken feed of wine-coloured, then holding up her trash in a goner. `` To you, Hanna, a new beginning and my base apologia for abusing the organisation. ``

They drank in silence.

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

Soon melodic phrase of `` Smoke rings in the dark '' filled the room. `` I love his obtuse animal rhythm, '' she said.

They sipped their wine and listened to the music, Hanna sitting crossing legged in front of the stereo and Willy on the chair succeeding to her. Their interpersonal ice began to thaw and they began to hash out their life history - the job, the city, crime and their animation. The floor of wine slowly dropped until the cobbler's last drop was deposited into Hanna 's glass. Hanna shrugged herself up onto her invertebrate foot and weaved her way back into the kitchen. She returned with another three fourth filled bottle of wine she 'd retrieved from the fridge.

The level of the sec bottleful dropped steadily until it too was empty. By this time both girls were more than a little tipsy and they had begun telling each other piffling secrets about their pasts. Hanna had admitted to Willy that she had not had sex with anybody since she had begun disjoint proceedings from her ex-husband a New House of York lawyer who had `` gotten it all, 'ceptin this goddam stereophony '', in the divorce settlement, six month ago. She had moved to 'Vegas to begin again, she was twenty nine. So far she had n't found anyone interesting plenty to turn over a bed spouse.

Willy admitted that she had n't had sex with anyone since she ended the relationship with her ex ten years ago. Her job was, because of her retard trice, she 'd never achieved an orgasm during sexual intercourse with her husband or any man for that issue. The only way she could orgasm, was through lengthy sessions of masturbation, which left her emotionally and physically drained. Some dawn after `` pleasuring herself '' she was so sore `` down there '' it hardly seemed worth the endeavor. Her byname in the department was `` Chilly-Willy '' because it seemed that she had no interest group in any of her male person colleagues.

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

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

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

Hanna struggled to her ft, and walked to Willy who still was rummaging through her purse for the Francis Scott Key. `` You can not drive sot, Willy. If you want, you can ride out the night. '' She pointed at the chesterfield. `` You can spend the night on my couch, or you can sleep in the bedroom. It 's a big bed and I 'm surely we 're both too drunk to fool around. ``

Hanna led Willy to the bedchamber. `` I 'll set the warning signal for six. That gives you time to drive rest home, lavish and put on clean undies, brush your teeth and stuff. '' She pushed Willy onto the bed, hastily pulling off her own jersey and denim. She climbed onto the bed wearing only her pantie, future to Willy, who was struggling out of her clothes, and flicked off the light.

Sometime during the night their soundbox connected. break of day started to spray warm desert cheerfulness into the darkened bedroom, while the two fair sex slumbered in each early 's arms. Willy 's head nestled on Hanna 's articulatio humeri, and Hanna had her branch wrapped around Willy, each hand resting on the taller girlfriend 's breasts. Willy 's mammilla had minds of their own and were throbbingly erect, thrusting into her palm. Unconsciously, Hanna bent downwards and kissed Willy 's neck.

Instantly both girls were awake !

Their eyes flew open as they hastily disengaged from each former. Hanna rolled off the bed. `` I 'll get coffee. You 'll deliver time to get home and get ready for work, '' she said, peering at Willy still sprawled on the bed. She could n't spot out the mantrap of Willy 's heart as the taller girl looked up at her, almost flaunting her taunting night, hard nipples. She could still sense them pushing into her palms, that, and the affectionateness that Willy 's dead body had radiated.

With that, still clad only in her panties, she turned and walked to the kitchen and began rustling the coffee berry mark and filters.

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

She approached Hanna from the rear, her heart pounding. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, `` Here goes zippo. '' She snaked both her arm under Hanna 's weapon and then upward, her warm hands reaching up and encompassing Hanna 's large fond breasts. She flattened herself against Hanna 's bare back, her own engorged nipples pressing into Hanna 's soma. Her breathing place was coming in gasps from care of rejection and veneration of the nameless. She 'd never ever even considered having sex with another woman. `` What if Hanna starts screaming ? cull my advances ? Laughs at me ? There are dateless possibilities of things that 'll go wrong ! '' All these thoughts flashed through Willy 's mind as she committed herself and dead body to this beautiful woman.

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

When Willy 's hands enveloped her breasts, and she molded herself to her back, Hanna 's pap responded instantly to the soupcon, warming and hardening, their areola catching as the teat enlarged themselves and became rock hard, pressing themselves back into Willy 's thenar. Willy 's mouth touched the soft silklike nape of Hanna 's neck through her muss blonde whisker. Soft lips kissed her, then Willy 's tongue began lapping where she had just been kissed. It sent midget tingle of pure ecstasy down Hanna 's spine. 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 fingers and palms as she pressed her breast into those warm loving hands. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy 's genitalia, feeling the warmth radiating there. Wanting more, she released one of Willy 's hands and slid her hand into her panties. She slipped her forefinger over her clitoris, feeling it swell until she was for sure it was at least three times its pattern size ! `` It must be at to the lowest degree an in long, '' she thought.

Willy 's hired man followed hers down, pushing and questing through the blonde pubic curls until her fingers slid over Hanna 's engorged clitoris. Willy 's fingers touched and circled her clitoris. This assuage touch overwhelmed Hanna. Her knees began to stimulate, her thighs trembled, an electrical tickle began deep in her abdomen, and her hint became gasps. Letting everything go, she grabbed the kitchen parry to keep standing. She arched her back as the foremost climax rocked her. She had always been straightaway to reach orgasm, but these concluding 20 indorsement were a new globe book. It did n't end with the first wave, Willy 's fingers entered her, and, achingly tardily, two finger's breadth penised their way into her warm wetness. The gush of her juice surprised her, her body responded to the invasive fingers like zero that she 'd ever experienced before.

Unable to celebrate herself vertical, Hanna slid to the kitchen flooring. Holding her thighs almost unnaturally wide, she lewdly pumped her twat upwards onto Willy 's inflexible fingers her breath had become grunts of pure pleasance. Her back arched off the trading floor, and her eyes screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy 's wet affectionate sassing and lingua on her pussy ! The tone of her face, her easy cheeks, pressed in between her thighs was amazing. As her fingers flew into Willy 's pilus, her whole body gave one mighty chill and began delivering the most mind-blowing orgasm she 'd ever experienced.

Willy was spirit 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 legerdemain her own body had taught her to reach Hanna an coming. Hanna 's consistence began to spasm rhythmically, her snatch enveloped her probing fingerbreadth. Liquid, squishy sounds gushed - sugariness smelling lubricator emerged that pooled in Hanna 's blonde scroll, and began running in streamlet down her thigh, Willy 's sensualness was now officially in overdrive. She lowered her face to meet the driving force of Hanna 's pelvis, her tongue tentatively tasting at the escaping succus, until unable to control herself, she pressed her mouthpiece as hard as she could against Hanna 's well lips alongside her flexing digit and began to absorb at the slick warm liquid 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 hearable 'plop'sound. But she was ineffective to move her oral sex away. Hanna 's fingers had dug into Willy 's tomentum, keeping her face captive between her heaving thighs.

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

workweek and weeks later, at the place, Willy was sitting in a lav booth, as she listened to the two women who were chatting while putting on their make-up in movement of the mirror of the madam change room.

'' So, what do you cogitate of the new daughter ? '' one asked the other.

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

'' So what 's the juice then ? Tell me all, '' the commencement charwoman demanded.

'' She 's divorced ; no kids ; been in three New York precinct star sign since she left the police honorary society. She also has two approval - one for courageousness, one for merit. Her late Captain in New York recommended her for police sergeant, but she was passed over because she had marital problems, then she asked to be transferred here to Vegas. ``

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

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

'' So what is in the jacket ? ``

'' Well, she did see a shrink, but it did n't let 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 tight with the gaffer 's daughter. ``

'' Who, Chilly-Willy ? ``

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

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

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

'' Oh ? Why is her illusion English people car in figurehead of Fields'space every night for the lastly two month then, huh ? ``

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

'' Come on, let 's get out there, and save the human race. ``

Willy heard the two scuttlebutt 's pace moving away and the door of the cleaning lady 's comfort station opening.

Willy stood, flushed the stadium, smoothed down her dame and opened the shillyshally 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 serjeant, flashing her badge. `` Hi, Bill, '' she said. `` I 'm looking for Hanna Fields. She finished her sack about half an 60 minutes 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 door behind him, and continued to analyze the papers in front of him.

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

Hanna looked up and flashed a full smile, her luminous bluish centre 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 opposite 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 second to change into civvies, and we 're outta here. ``

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

The white heat of the desert almost overwhelmed them as they stepped down from the stairs of the constabulary station, into the sunshine. Almost simultaneously both woman reached instinctively for their sunglasses. Hanna 's were the mirrored Ray-bans `` flyer '' that hid her wide expressive blasphemous eyes. Willy 's were the less concealment Gucci wrap-around, that shaded her adept feature, her luminous super C eyes, and framed her classic cheekbones.

The two girls walked side by side along the pavement, their hand `` almost '' touching. They made a contrasting pair. Hanna at five-eleven, the taller of the two by two inches, had a soundbox that turned header wherever she went. Her normally below the berm length natural blond hairsbreadth was pulled back, severely in a `` pony-tail ''. She 'd slipped into a flannel midsection tank-top, which displayed her apartment venter and cute belly button and showed her lush 36C bosom to their best advantage. The melt Levi denims she 'd put on looked as though they were bought a size too small and had shrunk in the wash.

In dividing line, Willy 's short, unruly dark hair was brushed carelessly back off her frontal bone. dim-witted little gold hoops pierced the lobes of her pinna. A house decorator label crème blouse accentuated her shoulder without the aid of shoulder-pads ; three of its clitoris were open at her neck, displaying the outline of a distich of 32B cup breasts, without flaunting any deficiency. Her narrow waist was cinched with a wide western leather belt and Navaho belt buckle. A gray-green skirt ended just above her stifle, giving masses who bothered to calculate a glimpse of well-developed thighs, calves and delicate ankles. Both women 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 open for Hanna, before moving to the driver 's doorway and slipping behind the wheel. She moved the car into the 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 tribade, '' Willy remonstrated.

'' No we 're not, but we can get a strap-on, '' Hanna responded. `` stopover there, '' she pointed to a vacant parking spot in front man of a well known sex store. `` 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 expectant sex workshop, hand in handwriting. A Goth-like clerk accomplished with pale makeup, darkened centre, blue dark-gray dress, blackened hair, spiked bracelets and pinch, disengaged herself from a co-worker and the magazine they were avidly reading. `` Can I help you Lady ? '' she asked.

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

The clerk nodded knowingly, `` Any peculiar good example or sizing ? '' she asked.

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

'' They 're all there, '' the shop assistant answered and pointed absently to a wall, whose shelves were load with scads of variety of dongs and strap-ons.

Hanna giggled, `` holy place squat, there 's 100 ! ``

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

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

'' Ah, '' said the barbarian young woman clerk, sagely. `` expert pick. It comes complete with a harness and stamp battery. It has a vibrating, molded headway, sculpted shaft and has some really neat accessary. ``

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

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

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

Once inside, they fell into each other 's arms on the sofa, in the session room. Hanna 's arms snaked around Willy 's shank, unbuckling the rap and tugging at the skirt. Willy kissed Hanna, her clapper flicking at Hanna 's teeth and her lips sucking Hanna 's tongue. Furiously they tugged each former 's clothing off until they both sat amid piles of discarded clothing.

Willy 's rima oris sucked lightly on Hanna 's cervix, her wet ardent tongue caressing the soft hide, her paw caressed Hanna 's waiting boob. Teasing her nipples with her palms, she took the now heavy nipple between pollex and index finger and pulled and pinched the nubbins until they glowed like ripe strawberry, their areolae shrinking as they crinkled.

Hanna had begun to heave. Instinctively her second joint had spread themselves as wide apart as potential and her back arched, inviting her devotee to take her. Slowly, teasingly slow, Willy moved her head teacher down across Hanna 's articulatio humeri, then she dragged her tongue down the valley between Hanna 's titty, across her belly. She stopped briefly to search and examine Hanna 's belly button with her tongue before heading down lower through the Hanna 's path curly pubic hair until she found the treasure she so desperately sought.

Willy 's mouth enveloped Hanna 's plump snatch. She sucked hard, drawing the wet warmth of Hanna 's backtalk into her mouth, her tongue pressed into Hanna like a bantam penis, its tip delving into the slit. She pressed her nose hard against Hanna 's clit, and began to agitate her caput from side of meat to side, pressing and squishing Hanna 's engorged clitoris against her pelvis, at the same time making sucking noise as she slurped the lubricant 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 clit. An electric tickle began to expand from the base of her spine, petite fusillade of arrant pleasure flowed upward from her thigh. She screwed her heart tightly shut in concentration, her breathing becoming ragged grunts.

Willy continued to stool slurpy haphazardness as she sucked at the juice that flowed freely from Hanna 's pussy. With her head word buried in Hanna 's lap, Willy could feel the strong brawn in Hanna 's second joint declaration with the building of an coming. Hanna 's knees finally locked, her thighs pressing hard against Willy 's capitulum, her finger's breadth digging into her short hair, pressing her face deeper into her lap, the electrical waves of pleasure overtaking all signified of decorum.

Hanna began to fink, `` I love you, I love you, I love you, Willy, please, please, '' followed by a final long drawn out `` Yessssssssssssssss, '' as the climax rocked her thick inside her belly and exploded with an ecstatic 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 miss, '' Willy answered, lifting her head and licking her fingers like a cat laps at a stadium of cream. `` Relax. We 've got all evening to play. We 'll use the strap-on after dinner. ``

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

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