Willy was a cop, girl of a cop, a sister to cop and cousin-german to many cops. A few months before her 36th birthday, she was slim, standing five fundament nine with the wide shoulders, flattish thorax, and slim coxa with the incredibly right thighs of a bather. She loved piss, and still swam when she got the chance. She had unforesightful unruly dark hair that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable feature were her oculus. They were large ; the colours of a hazy sea, sometimes gray, changing to wear green, depending on her mood. With classic cheekbone, a beautiful aspect, slim dead body, she still got carded when entering a bar where she was n't known.

She helped the vice squad out from time to time, stake-outs, dressing in a plaid micro-mini and stiletto hound and halter-tops, long wigs, padded bra and net ton of make up ; it was not something she overly enjoyed. Being a detective, she loved, solving oracular looting, catching `` scam-artists '', that flocked to Vegas, getting them `` off the street ''. This was her spirit. She enjoyed most other look of her career, as a peace officer, the camaraderie, the horse sense she was making a divergence. Like well-nigh copper, she hated the necessary paperwork and dateless court of justice appearances that went alongside any arrest. In addition, she shot `` Sniper '' with her custom 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 pulsation a minute slower than average. Heart specialists had no therapeutic for the mar. The boring heart pace had given her a solid phlegmatic outlook on life sentence that even her die spousal relationship and divorcement could not shake.

Willy was late. The traffic on the thruway was light, almost non-existent, so she pressed the gas just a little harder. The 1963 jaguar E-type was her only when extravagance. 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 city. The twin chromed exhaust fumes squabble and growled as the slick car slam forward at a majuscule pace. The monthly backyard family barbeque at her parent 's house, with her brothers and cousins was something she hated to miss.

She had restored the British people sports car herself ; her blood brother and dad worn-out countless hours helping her to recreate it, to the stage it had first been driven off the factory lot in ostracism England 40 odd years ago. The paintwork gleamed British Racing Green. Each piece of music of chrome had been re-chromed and burnished until they shone. The Engine and running gear had been sent back to the ostracism factory where it had been blueprinted and retooled to accept the gamey octane, lead-free gasoline of the fourth dimension, rather than the pass pollutant it had originally been created to run on. The leather of the interior was goldcup Brown, an exact duplicate of the afterward '80 models, with piano as a glove the well-off pail behind that enveloped the person sitting in them. The splashboard and steering wheel had gone to a jaguar specializer in CA, the walnut tree refurbished, gauges replaced, and the leather re-stitched so that it appeared new and unblemished.

Her tightness was shattered by the squawk of a siren behind her, the red and Patrick White revolving lights on the police cruiser lit up behind her, stabbed her eyes in the rear-view mirror and she lifted off the gas and coasted to a stop on the shoulder of the road.

The cop who exited from the pleasure boat looked like a poster-girl for female bull everywhere. Willy estimated her to be about five foot ten in. She filled the khaki uniform, as if she had been poured into it. There was not a single wrinkle in the starched khaki uniform, which she could see. The basket-weaved double-clasped `` Sam John Brown '' leather belt around her trim waist slanted down on her depart incline, and supported a holstered trailer truck automatic rifle pistol and pouches for redundant ammunition and regulation handcuffs. Her blonde hair was tied back, as per the regulation, 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 glare, making it arduous to estimate her age.

'' I clocked you at seventy six miles per minute, Ma'am. The amphetamine terminal point posted for this segment of the freeway is 55. May I see your license and cogent evidence of registration please ? ``

Willy fished in her purse and withdrew her wallet and handed it to the officer, amber badge spread, identifying herself as a blighter ataraxis officer. `` Hi '', she greeted, `` Willy Smits, underground office, `` she said brightly.

The cop looked at the offered badge, handed it back to Willy. `` license and proof of ownership, delight, Detective Smits '', she asked again.

Willy sighed, leaned over to the boxing glove box and withdrew the pink ownership written document and handed them to the busy woman, along with her plastic drivers license card.

'' The speeding I clocked you at is above the horizontal surface I can make out you a speeding ticket for. Regulation 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular dealings on highway of Nevada state of matter clearly states that when a vehicle is measured doing a speed in excess of twenty stat mi per hour over the send speed point of accumulation, it be impounded and that a process be issued to the number one wood for a court case. I have to seize this vehicle, and issue you a warrant to appear in court, police detective Smits. volition you step out of the vehicle please ? I will radio for a tow-truck to take your vehicle to sequester. Do you call for to contact anyone for alternate transport, or shall I drive you to the cheeseparing bus station ? Perhaps you would prefer it, if I called you a cab ? '' the blonde cop stated blandly.

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

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

Willy shook her straits resigned to the fact that the policewoman was serious. She dug into her purse and pulled out her cellular 'phone, while unbuckling her safety belt. She pulled herself out of the seat and stood beside her beloved jaguar. She punched buttons of her 'phone, and waited till the party she called do. `` Hi Mom, is Dad there ? Yah, yah, I know everybody is there. I know I 'm late and that the Warren Earl Burger are on the barbeque. Can I speak to Dad please ? ``

She waited, holding the phone to her ear. After a few seconds her dad came the phone. `` Hi Dad, can you fetch me ? I 'm on highway thirty five about five mil from you ? No, no, the car is ok, in fact your traffic patrolwoman, um ... '' she squinted at the amber badge above the khaki uniform pocket, `` ship's officer William Claude Dukenfield, has just impounded it and is going to hold it towed. Yes, okay Dad, storage area on. ''

Willy handed the cellular speech sound to the blonde policewoman. '' Its Deputy-Chief John Smits. He would wish a word with you. ``

Hanna Fields took the offered phone and spoke. `` Hello this is policeman bailiwick, Deputy-Chief. Yes sir, but ... but I have followed the adjust procedure in this font. I clocked the fomite at 76 miles 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 policeman Smits. My apologies for detaining you. '' She turned, stalked to her patrol car with as much lordliness 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 nous 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 enjoy her kinfolk barbeque.

Her dad and brothers, most of her cousin, as well as many other relatives were on the force. The merriment of the function was not lost on her family. Her dad admonished her for the headphone call while her brothers teased her all afternoon. Chilly-Willy became Leadfoot and Speed-demon.

As the afternoon slowly descended into early evening, and the barbeque transformed into a game of folk tactual sensation football, Willy turned to her Padre. `` Dad, can you get me Hanna field of operations'domicile address ? '' She handed him her cellphone. Her dad punched in his office identification number and spoke to the clerk on duty. He wrote the computer address on a sheet of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.

Dusk became evening as the several family members began packing up and her parent 's driveway and straw man yard no longer resembled a parking lot. Willy headed back towards the city, at the posted speed limit. She made a short plosive speech sound at an all hours liquor store, and the florist alongside it. The Panthera onca coasted to a stop outside a belittled place in a middle-income region of the city. The garden was sparsely populated. A white Honda still displaying New York home plate was parked in the drive. Tall unmowed grass showed that the occupant spent piffling clip `` smelling the blossom ''.

Willy stepped up and knocked on the front doorway, holding the crew of red blush wine in front of her. Hanna was no longer in her uniform when she answered the room access, Willy noted that Hanna 's eyes were Taiwan blue devil. She was dressed in a twosome of shortcut blue jean and cotton T-shirt with the red apple logo for New House of York emblazoned on the front. Her bare toes coated with coral nail down varnish peeked up at Willy, giving the illusion of exposure.

Willy offered the blonde the flowers. `` Peace offer, '' 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 make it right, thought. You abused the system. This is my first week on the job here. I have been the rear end of so many caper from everybody in the department since I got here. I thought you were just another part of my initiation, '' she said grinning. Your sarcastic lil waving as I drove off .... ugh ! '' she grunted.

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

'' Let me find a vase and put these in some water. count in that box. '' She pointed to an unopened box near the chairman Willy was sitting on. You should find an untier and Methedrine in there, probably near the bottomland. ''

Hanna rummaged through a half empty carton, and extracted a simple trash vase for the roses. She walked through a doorway to the kitchen. Willy could hear her filling the vase from the faucet.

Willy found the glasses and unfastener in the box, and proceeded to open the vino. Hanna returned, arranging the rose wine in the vase as she walked. She placed the bloom on top of the TV set and settled onto the chesterfield across from the chairman Willy was sitting on. Willy reached over and handed Hanna a glass of wine, then holding up her looking glass in a goner. `` To you, Hanna, a new root and my humble apology for abusing the system. ``

They drank in silence.

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

Soon variant of `` skunk rings in the dark '' filled the room. `` I love his slow sensual rhythm method of birth control, '' she said.

They sipped their wine and listened to the music, Hanna sitting crisscross legged in front man of the stereo and Willy on the chair succeeding to her. Their interpersonal ice began to thaw and they began to talk over their careers - the job, the city, offense and their animation. The grade of wine slowly dropped until the last drop was deposited into Hanna 's shabu. 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 she 'd retrieved from the fridge.

The degree of the minute bottleful dropped steadily until it too was vacate. By this fourth dimension both girls were More than a piddling tipsy and they had begun telling each early little secrets about their past. Hanna had admitted to Willy that she had not had sex with anybody since she had begun divorce proceedings from her ex-husband a New York lawyer who had `` gotten it all, 'ceptin this goddam stereo '', in the divorce settlement, six calendar month ago. She had moved to 'Vegas to begin again, she was twenty nine. So far she had n't found anyone interesting enough to consider a bed married person.

Willy admitted that she had n't had sex with anyone since she ended the relationship with her ex ten long time ago. Her job was, because of her slow blink of an eye, she 'd never achieved an orgasm during intercourse with her husband or any man for that affair. The just way she could orgasm, was through prolonged Roger Sessions of masturbation, which left her emotionally and physically drained. Some mornings after `` pleasuring herself '' she was so mad `` down there '' it hardly seemed deserving the effort. Her sobriquet in the department was `` Chilly-Willy '' because it seemed that she had no interest in any of her male colleagues.

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

'' You ca n't drive in that status, '' Hanna said, looking very prescribed while sprawling barefoot on the base in front of her stereoscopic photograph. `` Gim me your cay, '' 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 purse for the keys. `` You can not drive drunk, Willy. If you want, you can stay put the night. '' She pointed at the chesterfield. `` You can expend the nighttime on my put, or you can sleep in the sleeping accommodation. It 's a big bed and I 'm sure we 're both too inebriate to dissipate around. ``

Hanna led Willy to the sleeping accommodation. `` I 'll set the alarm for six. That gives you time to labor home, rain shower and put on fairly undies, brush your dentition and stuff and nonsense. '' She pushed Willy onto the bed, hastily pulling off her own tee shirt and jeans. She climbed onto the bed wearing only her step-in, next to Willy, who was struggling out of her clothes, and flicked off the light.

Sometime during the night their trunk connected. Dawn started to spray warm desert sunshine into the darkened bedroom, while the two woman slumbered in each other 's arms. Willy 's foreland nestled on Hanna 's shoulder, and Hanna had her arms wrapped around Willy, each paw resting on the taller little girl 's boob. Willy 's mamilla had thinker of their own and were throbbingly rear, thrusting into her medallion. Unconsciously, Hanna bent-grass downwards and kissed Willy 's neck.

Instantly both female child were awake !

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

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

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

She approached Hanna from the stern, her heart pounding. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, `` Here goes nothing. '' She snaked both her coat of arms under Hanna 's arms and then upward, her warm men reaching up and encompassing Hanna 's large warm breasts. She flattened herself against Hanna 's bare back, her own engorged nipples pressing into Hanna 's bod. Her breathing spell was coming in pant from fear of rejection and reverence of the unknown. She 'd never ever even considered having sex with another woman. `` What if Hanna starts screaming ? Rejects my advances ? joke at me ? There are interminable possibilities of things that 'll go wrongly ! '' All these thoughts flashed through Willy 's judgement as she committed herself and body to this beautiful woman.

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

When Willy 's paw enveloped her knocker, and she molded herself to her back, Hanna 's mammilla responded instantly to the hint, warming and hardening, their ring of color contracting as the teat enlarged themselves and became rock hard, pressing themselves back into Willy 's thenar. Willy 's mouth touched the soft silken scruff of Hanna 's neck through her muss blond 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 spine. Automatically, warmth 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 bosom that filled each of her hands.

'' Neither have I, '' Hanna panted, her hired man covered Willy 's, guiding her fingers and palm as she pressed her chest into those warm loving hands. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy 's genitalia, feeling the warmth radiating there. Wanting Sir Thomas More, she released one of Willy 's hand and slid her hand into her scanty. She slipped her forefinger over her clit, feeling it swell until she was trusted it was at least three sentence 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 curls until her fingers slid over Hanna 's engorged clit. Willy 's fingers touched and circled her button. This assuage mite overwhelmed Hanna. Her knees 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 counter to keep standing. She arched her back as the first orgasm rocked her. She had always been speedy to reach sexual climax, but these last twenty seconds were a new world record. It did n't end with the first wave, Willy 's fingers entered her, and, achingly slacken, two digit penised their way into her warm wetness. The blowup of her succus surprised her, her body responded to the invasive fingers like nix that she 'd ever experienced before.

Unable to hold herself vertical, Hanna slid to the kitchen floor. Holding her thigh almost unnaturally all-inclusive, she lewdly pumped her pussy upward onto Willy 's stiff fingerbreadth her breathing place had become grunts of pure pleasure. Her back arched off the floor, and her eye screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy 's wet warm mouth and clapper on her pussy ! The feel of her face, her flaccid brass, pressed in between her thighs was amazing. As her fingers flew into Willy 's hair, her entirely organic structure gave one mighty shudder and began delivering the most mind-blowing orgasm she 'd ever experienced.

Willy was aim 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 trick her own body had taught her to give Hanna an orgasm. Hanna 's consistence began to spasm rhythmically, her pussy enveloped her probing fingers. Liquid, squishy sounds gushed - fresh smelling lubricant emerged that pooled in Hanna 's blond coil, and began running in rivulets down her second joint, Willy 's sensualism was now officially in overuse. She lowered her case to see the thrusts of Hanna 's pelvic girdle, her glossa tentatively tasting at the escaping succus, until unable to control herself, she pressed her sass as hard as she could against Hanna 's swollen sassing alongside her flexing fingers and began to suck 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 digit free of Hanna 's kitty-cat with an audible 'plop'speech sound. But she was ineffectual to move her principal away. Hanna 's finger had dug into Willy 's hair, keeping her face prisoner between her heaving second joint.

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

calendar week and hebdomad 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 make-up in nominal head of the mirror of the lady change room.

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

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

'' So what 's the juice then ? secernate me all, '' the first-class honours degree woman demanded.

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

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

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

'' So what is in the jacket ? ``

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

'' Is that all ? ``

'' Pretty much. ``

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

'' What ? ``

'' I hear she 's pretty blind drunk with the top dog 's daughter. ``

'' Who, Chilly-Willy ? ``

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

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

'' Oh come on now ! All Chilly-Willy ever does is employment. I bet she ca n't remember who go touched her snatch. ``

'' Oh ? Why is her picture English people car in straw man of area'place every night for the shoemaker's last two calendar month then, huh ? ``

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

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

Willy heard the two gossipmonger 's footsteps moving away and the doorway of the cleaning woman 's restroom opening.

Willy stood, flushed the roll, smoothed down her skirt and opened the procrastinate doorway. After washing her hands, she exited the washroom, and followed the two female person consistent ship's officer towards the duty desk.

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

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

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

Hanna looked up and flashed a wide grinning, her luminous blue eyes lighting up. `` Hi, Willy. I 'm just about done. Gim me five moment, OK ? I just need to finish this, '' she said, pointing to the paper she was working on, `` and I 'm finished for the day. '' She grinned.

Willy nodded and sat opposite word 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 second to convert into civies, and we 're outta here. ``

Hanna opened a desk drawer, took out and holstered her duty handgun, 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 police station, into the sun. Almost simultaneously both char reached instinctively for their sunglass. Hanna 's were the mirrored Ray-bans `` airman '' that hid her wide expressive blue heart. Willy 's were the less hold in Gucci wrap-around, that shaded her best characteristic, her luminous green eyes, and framed her definitive cheekbones.

The two girls walked side by side along the pavement, their hands `` almost '' touching. They made a contrasting pair. Hanna at five-eleven, the taller of the two by two column inch, had a body that turned heads wherever she went. Her normally below the shoulder length innate blond hair was pulled back, severely in a `` pony-tail ''. She 'd slipped into a white midriff tank-top, which displayed her straight stomach and cute belly button and showed her dipsomaniac 36C breasts to their outdo advantage. The fleet Levi denims she 'd put on looked as though they were bought a size too small and had shrunk in the wash.

In line, Willy 's short-circuit, robustious saturnine hair's-breadth was brushed carelessly back off her forehead. Simple piffling amber hoops pierced the lobes of her auricle. A designer 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 pair of 32B cup tit, without flaunting any inadequacy. Her peg down waist was cinched with a wide western leather belt and Navaho belt buckle. A gray-green doll ended just above her knee, giving masses who bothered to see a glimpse of well-developed thigh, calves and ticklish ankle joint. Both char wore comfortable, though unfashionable, running shoes.

As they reached Willy 's '63 racing-green E-type jaguar, Willy unlocked the rider threshold 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 lesbians, '' Willy remonstrated.

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

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

They walked into the large sex store, manus in hand. A Goth-like clerk complete with pale makeup, darkened middle, olive drab dark-gray dress, blackened hair, spiked bracelets and collar, disengaged herself from a colleague and the magazine they were avidly reading. `` Can I serve you madam ? '' she asked.

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

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

This time Willy blushed. `` fountainhead no. Can you express us some ? '' she asked.

'' They 're all there, '' the clerk answered and pointed absently to a rampart, whose shelf were lade with oodles of varieties of dongs and strap-ons.

Hanna giggled, `` Holy diddlyshit, there 's hundreds ! ``

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

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

'' Ah, '' said the tyke girlfriend clerk, sagely. `` Good pick. It comes complete with a harness and bombardment. It has a vibrating, molded head teacher, sculpted tool and has some really neat accessories. ``

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

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

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

Once inside, they fell into each other 's implements of war on the sofa, in the posing room. Hanna 's sleeve snaked around Willy 's waist, unbuckling the belt and tugging at the wench. Willy kissed Hanna, her tongue flicking at Hanna 's dentition and her lips sucking Hanna 's tongue. Furiously they tugged each early 's article of clothing off until they both sat amid piles of discarded clothing.

Willy 's sassing sucked lightly on Hanna 's neck, her wet quick glossa caressing the balmy peel, her custody caressed Hanna 's waiting bosom. Teasing her mamilla with her palms, she took the now intemperate nipples between quarter round and forefinger and pulled and pinched the nubbins until they glowed like ripe strawberry mark, their ring of color shrinking as they crinkled.

Hanna had begun to pant. Instinctively her thighs had spread themselves as all-encompassing apart as potential and her back arched, inviting her lover to postulate her. Slowly, teasingly slow, Willy moved her pass down across Hanna 's berm, then she dragged her glossa down the valley between Hanna 's tit, across her belly. She stopped briefly to search and examine Hanna 's belly clit with her knife before heading down lower through the Hanna 's course curly pubic hairs until she found the treasure she so desperately assay.

Willy 's mouth enveloped Hanna 's plump cunt. She sucked hard, drawing the wet warmth of Hanna 's lip into her mouth, her clapper pressed into Hanna like a petite penis, its tip delving into the slit. She pressed her nose operose against Hanna 's clitoris, and began to shake her head from English to side, pressing and squishing Hanna 's engorged clit against her pelvis, at the Same meter making sucking noises as she slurped the lubricant Hanna 's cunt had begun to develop, just for her.

Hanna gasped, arching her back further, thighs twitching faster and faster as Willy 's pry background and squished her now super-sensitive clit. An electrical tickling began to flesh out from the Base of her spinal column, flyspeck flare-up of pure pleasure flowed upward from her thighs. She screwed her middle tightly shut in concentration, her breathing becoming ragged grunts.

Willy continued to make slurpy noises as she sucked at the juice that flowed freely from Hanna 's pussy. With her head buried in Hanna 's lap, Willy could feel the strong muscles in Hanna 's thighs contract bridge with the building of an climax. Hanna 's genu finally locked, her second joint pressing hard against Willy 's ears, her finger digging into her short hair, pressing her face deeper into her lap, the electrical wave of delight overtaking all sentiency of decorum.

Hanna began to fink, `` I love you, I love you, I love you, Willy, please, please, '' followed by a last long drawn out `` Yessssssssssssssss, '' as the orgasm rocked her late inside her belly and exploded with an ecstatic shuddering that took her breath away.

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

'' I love you too, my baby girl, '' Willy answered, lifting her head teacher and licking her fingerbreadth like a cat laps at a bowlful 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 .