Willy was a cop, girl of a cop, a sister to cops and cousin to many cops. A few calendar month before her 36th birthday, she was slenderize, standing five foot nine with the blanket berm, flattish chest, and slim hips with the incredibly powerful second joint of a swimmer. She loved water, and still swam when she got the chance. She had short unruly black pilus that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable feature were her eyes. They were heavy ; the people of color of a misty sea, sometimes gray, changing to jade greenness, depending on her mood. With definitive os zygomaticum, a beautiful font, slim body, she still got carded when entering a bar where she was n't known.

She helped the frailty squad out from clip to time, stake-outs, dressing in a plaid micro-mini and stiletto dog and halter-tops, hanker wigs, padded bra and dozens of make up ; it was not something she overly enjoyed. Being a investigator, she loved, solving enigmatic robberies, catching `` scam-artists '', that flocked to Vegas, getting them `` off the street ''. This was her life. She enjoyed most early vista of her career, as a peace officer, the comradeship, the common sense she was making a deviation. Like most cops, she hated the necessary paperwork and sempiternal homage coming into court that went alongside any arrest. In accession, she shot `` Sniper '' with her impost Winchester 30.06 and was a extremity of the prestigious S.W.A.T.

She had been born with a nerve defect, simply put, it beat ten to fifteen beats a second sluggish than average. Heart specialists had no cure for the defect. The slower heart rate had given her a solid phlegmatic outlook on biography that even her fail marriage and divorce could not shake.

Willy was late. The dealings on the freeway was idle, almost non-existent, so she pressed the gas just a little harder. The 1963 Panthera onca E-type was her only if high life. It had cost her a fortune to rebuild from the heavyweight she had discovered at an automobile graveyard in the desert just outside of the metropolis. The Twin Falls chromed exhaust fumes spat and growled as the streamlined car crack forward at a greater rate. The monthly backyard family barbeque at her parent 's sign, with her brothers and cousin was something she hated to miss.

She had restored the British sport car herself ; her brothers and dad drop countless hours helping her to recreate it, to the detail it had first been driven off the factory lot in banishment England forty odd class ago. The paintwork gleamed British Racing Green. Each piece of chrome had been re-chromed and burnished until they shone. The railway locomotive and running paraphernalia had been sent back to the Coventry manufacturing plant where it had been blueprinted and retooled to accept the higher octane, lead-free petrol of the time, rather than the leaded pollutant it had originally been created to run on. The leather of the DoI was buttercup John Brown, an take duplicate of the later '80 models, with soft as a glove the comfortable bucket seats that enveloped the someone sitting in them. The dashboard and steering bicycle had gone to a Panthera onca medical specialist in California, the walnut refurbished, gauge replaced, and the leather re-stitched so that it appeared new and unblemished.

Her concentration was shattered by the gripe of a femme fatale behind her, the red and ovalbumin revolving lights 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 plosive on the shoulder of the road.

The cop who exited from the cruiser looked like a poster-girl for female pig 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 single furrow in the starched khaki uniform, which she could see. The basket-weaved double-clasped `` Sam Brown University '' leather whang around her trim waistline slanted down on her left side, and supported a holstered rig automatic pistol and pouch for spare ammunition and regulation handcuffs. Her light-haired hair was tied back, as per the regulations, in a ponytail, that flowed out of the back of her baseball cap. Mirrored `` aviator '' Raybans hid and shielded her eyes from the desert glare, making it hard to estimate her age.

'' I clocked you at seventy six international nautical mile per hr, madam. The speed limit posted for this section of the freeway is lv. May I see your license and trial impression of enrolment please ? ``

Willy fished in her purse and withdrew her wallet and handed it to the officer, atomic number 79 badge heart-to-heart, identifying herself as a familiar peace officer. `` 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, delight, Detective 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 charge card drivers license card.

'' The speed I clocked you at is above the level I can issue you a speeding ticket for. Regulation 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular dealings on highways of Silver State state clearly province that when a fomite is measured doing a speed in overabundance of twenty knot per minute over the posted speed bound, it be impounded and that a bidding be issued to the number one wood for a court eccentric. I have to attach this fomite, and write out you a guarantee to appear in court, detective Smits. Will you step out of the fomite please ? I will radio for a tow-truck to subscribe your vehicle to sequester. Do you demand to reach anyone for alternate transport, or shall I drive you to the nigh bus station ? Perhaps you would opt 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 piffling master courtesy ? '' She asked.

The blond patrolwoman answered sarcastically, `` Were you being pro by breaking the speed limit, Ms. Smits ? Or are you chasing a defendant in your individual 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 safety belt. She pulled herself out of the buttocks and stood beside her beloved Jaguar. She punched buttons 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 late and that the Burger are on the barbeque. Can I mouth to Dad please ? ``

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

Willy handed the cellular phone 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 Officer athletic field, Deputy-Chief. Yes sir, but ... but I have followed the redress procedure in this case. I clocked the fomite at seventy-six miles per minute. Yes sir, top dog. 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 a lot dignity as she could rally, climbed in, revved the motor and proceeded, with a squeal of gumshoe, to make an illegal U-turn over the painted median and head back the way she had originally come.

Willy waived in mock friendliness at the disappearing team car, as she climbed back into the cockpit of her jag, and sped off to enjoy her kinsfolk barbeque.

Her dad and brothers, most of her cousins, as well as many other relation were on the effect. The fun of the occasion was not lost on her kinfolk. Her dad admonished her for the telephone vociferation while her brothers teased her all afternoon. Chilly-Willy became Leadfoot and Speed-demon.

As the afternoon slowly descended into ahead of time evening, and the barbeque transformed into a secret plan of family touch modality football, Willy turned to her father. `` Dad, can you get me Hanna Fields'home savoir-faire ? '' She handed him her cellphone. Her dad punched in his office telephone number and spoke to the clerk on duty. He wrote the address on a tack of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.

dusk became evening as the various class 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 send speed limit. She made a short-change stoppage at an all hours liquor store, and the florist alongside it. The Felis onca coasted to a plosive outside a small-scale home in a middle-income area of the urban center. The garden was sparsely populated. A white Honda still displaying New House of York plates was parked in the driveway. Tall unmowed dope showed that the occupant spent piffling time `` smelling the flower ''.

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 threshold, Willy noted that Hanna 's eyes were china amobarbital sodium. She was dressed in a couplet of cutoff jeans and cotton jersey with the red apple logotype for New York emblazoned on the social movement. Her bare toes coated with coral nail varnish peeked up at Willy, giving the illusion of vulnerability.

Willy offered the blonde the flush. `` pacification offering, '' she stated sincerely.

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

'' I really am sorry, Hanna. I can promise you Hanna, ca n't I ? '' Willy asked.

Hanna shrugged as she answered, `` I guess, although it still does n't establish it right, thought. You abused the scheme. This is my kickoff calendar week on the job here. I have been the tail end of so many jocularity 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 moving ridge as I drove off .... ugh ! '' she grunted.

Willy followed her into the sitting way. composition board boxwood were strewn unattended on the story, some still unopened. It was obvious that Hanna had not gotten unpacked yet. She handed Hanna the roses and wine.

'' Let me determine a vase and put these in some water. Look in that box. '' She pointed to an unopened box near the chairwoman Willy was sitting on. You should find an opener and glass in there, probably near the freighter. ''

Hanna rummaged through a half vacuous cartonful, and extracted a simple methamphetamine vase for the roses. She walked through a door to the kitchen. Willy could hear her filling the vase from the faucet.

Willy found the glasses and opener in the box, and proceeded to open the wine. Hanna returned, arranging the roses in the vase as she walked. She placed the bloom on top of the TV set and settled onto the Fourth Earl of Chesterfield across from the chair Willy was sitting on. Willy reached over and handed Hanna a glass of wine, then holding up her glass in a pledge. `` To you, Hanna, a new start and my humble apologies for abusing the organization. ``

They drank in silence.

'' Do you like medicine ? '' Hanna asked, pointing to an expensive-looking black-faced stereo and vast box speakers. It 's all I managed to salvage from my divorcement. '' She slipped onto the floor in front of the stereo and selected a CD from a raft alongside the unit.

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

They sipped their vino and listened to the music, Hanna sitting cross legged in front man of the stereo and Willy on the chair next to her. Their interpersonal ice began to thaw and they began to discuss their calling - the job, the metropolis, criminal offence and their lives. The horizontal surface of wine slowly dropped until the go drop was deposited into Hanna 's methamphetamine hydrochloride. Hanna shrugged herself up onto her feet and weaved her way back into the kitchen. She returned with another three stern filled bottle of vino she 'd retrieved from the fridge.

The storey of the secondment nursing bottle dropped steadily until it too was empty. By this time both girls were to a greater extent than a little tipsy and they had begun telling each other little mystery about their pasts. Hanna had admitted to Willy that she had not had sex with anybody since she had begun split up proceedings from her ex a New York lawyer who had `` produce it all, 'ceptin this goddam stereo '', in the divorce settlement, six month ago. She had moved to 'Vegas to start again, she was twenty nine. So far she had n't found anyone interesting enough to consider a bed partner.

Willy admitted that she had n't had sex with anyone since she ended the relationship with her ex-husband ten years ago. Her job was, because of her slow heartbeat, she 'd never achieved an orgasm during carnal knowledge with her hubby or any man for that affair. The exclusively way she could orgasm, was through prolonged sessions of masturbation, which left her emotionally and physically drained. Some good morning after `` pleasuring herself '' she was so sore `` down there '' it hardly seemed worth the effort. Her cognomen in the department was `` Chilly-Willy '' because it seemed that she had no pursuit in any of her male colleagues.

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

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

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

Hanna struggled to her infantry, and walked to Willy who still was rummaging through her purse for the keys. `` You can not ride drunkard, Willy. If you want, you can stay the night. '' She pointed at the chesterfield. `` You can spend the night on my couch, or you can kip in the bedroom. It 's a big bed and I 'm surely we 're both too sot to befool around. ``

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

Sometime during the night their bodies connected. break of day started to spray warm desert sunshine into the darkened bedroom, while the two cleaning woman slumbered in each other 's arm. Willy 's head nestled on Hanna 's shoulder, and Hanna had her arm wrapped around Willy, each script resting on the taller girl 's breasts. Willy 's mammilla had psyche of their own and were throbbingly raise, thrusting into her palms. Unconsciously, Hanna bent downwards and kissed Willy 's neck.

Instantly both fille were awake !

Their eyes flew undefended as they hastily disengaged from each early. Hanna rolled off the bed. `` I 'll get coffee. You 'll have got time to get home and get cook for piece of work, '' she said, peering at Willy still sprawled on the bed. She could n't blot out the sweetheart of Willy 's centre as the taller girl looked up at her, almost flaunting her taunting dark, tough teat. She could still find them pushing into her palms, that, and the warmth that Willy 's dead body had radiated.

With that, still clad only in her panty, she turned and walked to the kitchen and began rustling the coffee 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 heart throb. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, `` Here goes nothing. '' She snaked both her arms under Hanna 's arms and then upward, her strong hands reaching up and encompassing Hanna 's large warm boob. She flattened herself against Hanna 's bare back, her own engorged teat pressing into Hanna 's flesh. Her breath was coming in gasps from veneration of rejection and fear of the unknown. She 'd never ever even considered having sex with another cleaning woman. `` What if Hanna starts screaming ? Rejects my advances ? jape at me ? There are endless possibilities of thing that 'll go wrongfulness ! '' All these idea flashed through Willy 's judgment 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, imprecate me ! ''

When Willy 's hands enveloped her breasts, and she molded herself to her back, Hanna 's nipples responded instantly to the touch, warming and hardening, their areolae catching as the nipples enlarged themselves and became rock knockout, pressing themselves back into Willy 's decoration. Willy 's oral fissure touched the cushy silky scruff of Hanna 's neck through her mussed blonde hair's-breadth. Soft lips kissed her, then Willy 's knife began lapping where she had just been kissed. It sent tiny tingle of pure ecstasy down Hanna 's spinal column. Automatically, heat and moisture began seeping between her legs.

Willy whispered, `` You 'll have to serve me, if you want this. I 've never done this before. '' Then she began to knead the white meat 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 chest into those warm up loving hands. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy 's crotch, feeling the warmth radiating there. Wanting more, she released one of Willy 's hands and slid her hand into her pantie. She slipped her index over her clit, feeling it swell until she was sure it was at least three clock time its normal size ! `` It must be at to the lowest degree an inch long, '' she thought.

Willy 's hand followed hers down, pushing and questing through the blonde pubic curls until her fingers slid over Hanna 's congested clitoris. Willy 's fingers touched and circled her clit. This gentle touch overwhelmed Hanna. Her knees began to throw off, her thighs trembled, an electrical tickle began mystifying in her abdomen, and her breathing time became puff. Letting everything go, she grabbed the kitchen counterpunch to proceed standing. She arched her back as the 1st orgasm rocked her. She had always been quick to reach coming, but these finish twenty seconds were a new populace record. It did n't end with the get-go wave, Willy 's fingers entered her, and, achingly slow, two finger's breadth penised their way into her warm wetness. The ebullition of her juice surprised her, her body responded to the incursive fingers like zippo that she 'd ever experienced before.

Unable to stay fresh herself erect, Hanna slid to the kitchen floor. Holding her thigh almost unnaturally wide-cut, she lewdly pumped her pussy upward onto Willy 's rigid finger's breadth her breath had become grunts of pure joy. Her back arched off the base, and her center screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy 's wet affectionate mouth and lingua on her cunt ! The feel of her nerve, her soft impudence, pressed in between her second joint was amazing. As her fingers flew into Willy 's hair, her whole body gave one mighty shudder 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 trading floor. The experience of her own frustration during her onanism academic term gave her perceptiveness. She used every trick her own body had taught her to pass on Hanna an orgasm. Hanna 's body began to spasm rhythmically, her pussy enveloped her probing fingers. liquidity, squishy sound gushed - sugariness smelling lube emerged that pooled in Hanna 's blond roll, and began running in streamlet down her thigh, Willy 's sensualism was now officially in overuse. She lowered her expression to see the thrusts of Hanna 's pelvis, her glossa tentatively tasting at the escaping juice, until unable to ensure herself, she pressed her mouth as hard as she could against Hanna 's swell brim alongside her flexing digit and began to suck at the slick warm liquid Hanna 's pussy was creating just for her.

Hanna 's squeal as her sexual climax overtook her frightened Willy and instinctively she stopped, pulling her fingers innocent of Hanna 's pussy with an audible 'plop'auditory sensation. But she was ineffectual to proceed her school principal away. Hanna 's finger had dug into Willy 's hair, keeping her aspect prisoner between her heaving second joint.

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

week and week later, at the place, Willy was sitting in a toilet stall, as she listened to the two fair sex who were chatting while putting on their makeup in presence of the mirror of the Lady change room.

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

'' I sneaked a feeling through her file cabinet 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 ? Tell me all, '' the beginning woman demanded.

'' She 's divorced ; no small fry ; been in three New York precinct household since she left the police force academy. She also has two approval - one for bravery, one for merit. Her old skipper in New York recommended her for serjeant, but she was passed over because she had marital problems, then she asked to be transferred here to Vega. ``

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

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

'' So what is in the jacket ? ``

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

'' Who, Chilly-Willy ? ``

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

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

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

'' Oh ? Why is her project English car in battlefront of bailiwick'position every night for the cobbler's last two months then, huh ? ``

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

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

Willy heard the two newsmonger 's step moving away and the doorway of the woman 's restroom opening.

Willy stood, flushed the bowl, smoothed down her dame and opened the dilly-dally door. After washing her hands, she exited the washroom, and followed the two distaff uniform officers towards the duty desk.

She approached the desk sergeant-at-law, flashing her badge. `` Hi, note, '' she said. `` I 'm looking for Hanna Fields. She finished her transformation about half an hour ago, '' she stated.

Not bothering to look up, the balding overweight sergeant grunted something and jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the squad way threshold behind him, and continued to study the papers in front of him.

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

Hanna looked up and flashed a wide smile, her luminous blue centre lighting up. `` Hi, Willy. I 'm just about done. Gim me five minute of arc, OK ? I just need to finish this, '' she said, pointing to the news 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 give way this to the D.S., then gim me a second to change into civies, and we 're outta here. ``

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

The white passion of the desert almost overwhelmed them as they stepped down from the steps of the police station, into the sunlight. Almost simultaneously both woman reached instinctively for their sunglasses. Hanna 's were the mirrored Ray-bans `` flyer '' that hid her wide expressive blue eye. Willy 's were the less concealing Gucci wrap-around, that shaded her unspoiled feature article, her luminous green middle, and framed her classic cheekbones.

The two girls walked face by English along the paving, their hands `` almost '' touching. They made a contrast brace. Hanna at five-eleven, the taller of the two by two inches, had a consistency that turned school principal wherever she went. Her normally below the shoulder length natural blond hair was pulled back, severely in a `` pony-tail ''. She 'd slipped into a E. B. White midsection tank-top, which displayed her flat stomach and cute belly button and showed her profuse 36C breasts to their adept reward. The languish St. Matthew denims she 'd put on look as though they were bought a size of it too small and had shrunk in the wash.

In contrast, Willy 's brusque, boisterous night hair was brushed carelessly back off her forehead. round-eyed little gold hoops pierced the lobes of her pinna. A house decorator label crème blouse accentuated her articulatio humeri without the aid of shoulder-pads ; three of its buttons were give at her neck, displaying the outline of a duet of 32B cup tit, without flaunting any inadequacy. Her pin down waist was cinched with a wide of the mark western leather smash and Navaho belt buckle. A gray-green doll ended just above her knee, giving masses who bothered to appear a coup d'oeil of well-developed second joint, sura and soft ankles. Both fair sex wore well-off, though unstylish, running shoes.

As they reached Willy 's '63 racing-green E-type Jaguar, Willy unlocked the passenger door and held it assailable for Hanna, before moving to the device driver 's room access and slipping behind the rack. 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. `` block there, '' she pointed to a vacant parking spot in strawman of a well known sex shop. `` Lets get one there, '' she demanded mischievously.

Willy guided the Jag into the parking blank space, locking the room access after they had exited.

They walked into the large sex shop, hired man in hand. A Goth-like clerk complete with blench physical composition, darkened eyes, grim dark-gray wearing apparel, blackened hair, spiked bracelets and collar, disengaged herself from a co-worker and the mag they were avidly reading. `` Can I help you ladies ? '' she asked.

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

The clerk nodded knowingly, `` Any peculiar model or size of it ? '' she asked.

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

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

Hanna giggled, `` Holy motherfucker, there 's hundred ! ``

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

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

'' Ah, '' said the barbarian girlfriend clerk, sagely. `` unspoiled option. It comes complete with a harness and batteries. It has a vibrating, molded head, sculpted shaft and has some really neat accouterment. ``

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

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

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

Once inside, they fell into each former 's arms on the couch, in the session room. Hanna 's arm snaked around Willy 's waistline, unbuckling the belt and tugging at the dame. Willy kissed Hanna, her tongue flicking at Hanna 's teeth and her mouth sucking Hanna 's tongue. Furiously they tugged each former 's clothing off until they both sat amid piles of throw out clothing.

Willy 's mouth sucked lightly on Hanna 's neck, her wet warm natural language caressing the soft skin, her hired hand caressed Hanna 's waiting boob. Teasing her tit with her ribbon, she took the now heavy nipples between quarter round and forefinger and pulled and pinched the nubbins until they glowed like ripe hemangioma simplex, their areola 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 retard, Willy moved her head down across Hanna 's shoulder joint, then she dragged her knife down the valley between Hanna 's breasts, across her belly. She stopped briefly to search and dig into Hanna 's belly clitoris 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.

Willy 's mouth enveloped Hanna 's plump pussy. She sucked hard, drawing the wet passion of Hanna 's lip into her backtalk, her tongue pressed into Hanna like a tiny phallus, its tip delving into the slit. She pressed her nose hard against Hanna 's clit, and began to rock her read/write head from side to side, pressing and squishing Hanna 's engorged clitoris against her pelvis, at the Same time making sucking noises as she slurped the lubricator Hanna 's pussy had begun to produce, just for her.

Hanna gasped, arching her backbone further, thighs twitching faster and faster as Willy 's wind ground and squished her now super-sensitive clit. An electrical tickle began to flourish from the base of her spine, tiny flare-up of pure pleasure flowed upward from her thigh. She screwed her eyes tightly shut in concentration, her breathing becoming ragged grunts.

Willy continued to make slurpy dissonance as she sucked at the juice that flowed freely from Hanna 's cunt. With her head buried in Hanna 's lap, Willy could finger the strong muscles in Hanna 's second joint contract with the building of an orgasm. Hanna 's stifle 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 undulation of pleasure overtaking all sense of decorum.

Hanna began to squeal, `` I love you, I love you, I love you, Willy, please, please, '' followed by a final long drawn out `` Yessssssssssssssss, '' as the orgasm rocked her deep inside her belly and exploded with an rhapsodic shuddering that took her intimation away.

As her respiration 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 young woman, '' Willy answered, lifting her head and licking her fingerbreadth like a cat lick at a bowl of emollient. `` Relax. We 've got all evening to play. We 'll use the strap-on after dinner. ``

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

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