Willy heard the two gossip's footsteps moving away and the door of the woman's restroom opening. Willy stood, flushed the bowl, smoothed down her skirt and asian opened the stall door. After washing her hands, she exited the washroom, and followed the two female uniform officers towards the duty desk. She approached the desk sergeant, flashing her badge. "Hi, Bill," she said. "I'm looking for Hanna Fields. She finished her shift about half an 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 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 worst nightmare – the paperwork that follows an arrest. Hanna looked up and flashed a wide smile, her luminous blue eyes lighting up. "Hi, Willy. I'm just about done. Gimme 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 pov right then," Hanna said, "Let's give this to the D.S., then gimme a second to change into civvies, and we're outta here." Hanna opened a desk drawer, took out and holstered her duty pistol, rose, and headed for the door, followed by Willy. The white heat of the desert almost overwhelmed them as they stepped down from the stairs of the police station, into the sunlight. Almost simultaneously both woman reached instinctively for their sunglasses. Hanna's were the mirrored Ray-bans "Aviator" that hid her wide expressive blue eyes. Willy's were the less concealing Gucci wrap-around, that shaded her best feature, her luminous green eyes, and framed her classic cheekbones. The two girls walked blowjob side by side along the pavement, their hands cumshot "almost" touching. They made a contrasting pair. Hanna at five-eleven, the taller of the two by two inches, had a body that turned heads wherever she went. Her normally below the shoulder length natural blonde hair was pulled back, severely in a "pony-tail". She'd slipped into a white midriff tank-top, which displayed her flat stomach and cute belly button and showed her lush 36C breasts to their best advantage. The faded Levi denims she'd put on looked as though they were bought a size too small and had shrunk in the wash. In contrast, Willy's short, japanese unruly dark hair was brushed carelessly back off her forehead. Simple little gold hoops pierced the lobes of her ears. A designer label crème blouse accentuated her shoulders without the aid of shoulder-pads; three of its buttons were open at her neck, displaying the outline of a pair of 32B cup breasts, without flaunting any inadequacy. Her narrow waist was cinched with a wide western leather belt and Navaho belt buckle. “Yeah, pov sorry,” I said. My attention fell upon her tidy desk, upon which stood a large framed photograph. As she stepped to turn angrily, it pulled out of her cunt leaving the flare just within the entrance. The cleaners usually came on Friday, but had to reschedule due to an employee injury. She rolled to her blowjob feet and walked over to the dresser they shared; Jeni's eyes rose above the open magazine. They'll will eat me alive if you do." She wrapped him in his arms and let him suckle her for as long as he wished. “There’s something about me,” she finished for him. Wrapping a asian saree takes minutes, anywhere from 7 to 10 minutes depending on conditions and how elaborate the dr****g is. And, without a petticoat to make the tucks cumshot into, it would be slightly different using the belt. “Ok.” Rose nodded grimly. Her first task was to ensure her daughter was sufficiently wet to receive her husband's cock so Deborah leaned in and began licking and sucking Dana's already sopping pussy. Oh my japanese God, really?” "Came! “I dunno, call me your fuckslut or toy or something.” Her grin faded.