Hanna’s fingers had dug into Willy’s hair, keeping her face captive between her heaving thighs. Willy reached over and handed Hanna a glass of wine, then holding up her glass in a toast. She arched her back as the first orgasm rocked her. She’d never ever even considered having sex with another woman. By this time both girls were more than a little tipsy and they had begun telling each other little secrets about their pasts. “She’s divorced; no kids; been in three New York precinct houses since she left the police academy. A white Honda still displaying New York plates was parked in the driveway. She screwed her eyes tightly shut in concentration, her breathing becoming ragged grunts. She approached the desk sergeant, flashing her badge. It’s exactly what we’re doing, Willy,” Hanna responded. The leather of the interior was buttercup brown, an exact duplicate of the later ’80 models, with soft as a glove the comfortable bucket seats that enveloped the person sitting in them. Soon she felt Willy’s wet warm mouth and tongue on her pussy!
