Chapter 1

“What do you mean canceled?” Dave was putting away his credit card and ID when Sam’s words cut across the bustle of the lobby.

“Can I help?” He stepped across to the check-in desk, where Andy and Sam were in deep discussion. Obviously, something was not going according to plan.

“I’m sorry, ma’am.” The agent pursed her lips. “This reservation was canceled weeks ago over the phone; we sent you a confirmation email.”

“Nonsense,” replied Sam, irritation clear in her voice. “This is our favorite trip of the year; why in hell would we cancel it?”

“Please step aside; I have people waiting,” the agent gestured.

“Something wrong?” said Susie as they all met up across the lobby.

“They’re telling us Andy canceled the reservation,” Sam spat, “and now they are all out of rooms.”

“Uh, it looks like they were right.” Andy handed his cell phone to Sam. Sure enough, buried in the promotions folder was an email from two months ago notifying them of the cancellation. Sam’s frustration turned to anger-at Andy.

“What did you do?” She demanded, “How did this get so screwed up?”

Andy looked bemused and a little scared. “I’ll fix this,” he declared, and he went back to the agent, only to return a few minutes later. “They are totally out of rooms for the 4th; nothing is available at any price. I called all the cabins in the area. Everything is jammed up. Not a single room anywhere remotely close by.”

“There must be something online.” Sam grabbed her phone. However, after a few minutes of searching, even she had to admit they were out of options. There were no rooms for miles, and the one place with a room looked like it was infested with rodents, and there was only one available, so they’d have to split up regardless.

“I’m so sorry, guys. It looks like we won’t be able to stay; we’re going to get out of here and make the best of it at home.” Sam flung her hands in the air in exasperation.

Dave felt terrible; they made this trip every year for the July 4th holiday, and it was unimaginable to have Andy and Sam drop out. “Let’s not get too hasty. Our room is ready, so what say we dump our bags, get freshened up, and hit the lake for a bit? Maybe there will be a cancellation later?

Sam looked dubious. “What kind of idiot would cancel a lakeside cabin on July 4th weekend?” Sorry, Andy, I didn’t mean that against you; I’m just frustrated.”

“Dave’s right,” said Andy. It was a long drive up here. Let’s drop off our stuff, get some lunch and a drink, and see where things are later.

The room was amazing. Dave and Susie had scored an upgrade to a room with a hot tub on the deck. There was a huge king bed and a gorgeous patio. A bottle of champagne sat next to the pillows. “Welcome to your oasis,” said the card next to it.

“Wow,” said Sam, sucking in a breath. “I wish we could-.”

She was interrupted by the loud pop of a champagne cork, followed by the fizzing of bubbles. “Let’s not worry right now.” Susie swigged directly from the bottle before handing it to Sam. “Boys, get out of the room and let us freshen up.”

Dutifully, the two men made their way to the Lake Bar—aptly called the Swing Bar due to its proximity to a tire swing that reached far out over the lake. They ordered two beers each and perched down in the hammock-style seats nestled up to the bar.

“Look,” said Dave, taking a huge swig of his beer. “We really enjoy this trip with you folks. I know this may sound weird. What if you both stayed in our room? It’ll be tight, but I think we can manage.”

“That’s a generous offer, but there’s only one bed. I don’t think Sam will go for it. She likes to have her own space, and I’m not sure she’s going to be comfortable sharing with three others.”

“Well, think about it. I bet there’s a pull-out couch or something. Let me know if you change your mind.” They chatted for a while about previous trips and the fun both couples had had before heading back to the room.

Dave didn’t bother knocking since he had a room key. As they burst into the room, Susie was standing at the mirror, pulling up her bikini top. “Oops,” she said, pulling the material to her chest, but not before both men got a great view of her side-boob. “Don’t just stand there looking; you can at least help me tie this top.” This last was directed at Dave, who was looking sheepish.”

“Can’t, I need to pee really badly,” said Dave, heading directly for the bathroom.

“Oh well, I guess Andy will have to do it for me then.” She turned and offered Andy the straps of her top.

“Dave wasn’t sure he was cool with another guy—even Andy—helping Susie with her bikini. However, he was desperate to pee. He thrust open the bathroom door only to find Sam half naked, pulling her bottoms up over her tight-but-generous ass.

“I’m so sorry. Shit, I wasn’t thinking. I really have to go.”

Sam gave a shriek and hurried from the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Great, Dave thought, trying to pee through what had become a half-erection. At this rate, there was no way Andy and Sam would want to stay for the weekend.

Dave finished peeing, trying to keep the visuals of Sam’s smooth butt out of his mind and failing. Back in the room, everyone was now fully clothed. However, he couldn’t help saying, “Did you get that top fixed?”

“Yeah,” said Susie, with a brief glance toward Andy. “Everything’s adjusted just fine. Maybe you should start knocking if you’re intending on sharing a room with others.” The tension in the room was palpable until Susie broke the silence, grabbing Sam’s arm. “We’re all out of champagne; let’s go find some drinks and party. I can’t wait to get out on the boat.” They booked a boat every year as it was the best way to get out of the heat and cool off on the water for a while, and their reservation time was coming right up.

Dave followed after, as the girls headed for the bar. This gave him a great view from behind. The bikini Susie was wearing was much more risque than her normal suit. It was a bold yellow with white flowers, cut into a thong at the back, exposing the silky flesh of her butt. The material of the top was tight across her firm B-cup breasts, exposing her toned stomach. She looked fantastic. Definitely more exposed than usual. It was the same with Sam. She usually wore a conservative one-piece suit. Dave had always hoped she’d wear something more revealing, as her figure was amazing. She’d always said she was afraid a bikini would expose her too much as they horsed around in the lake. Sam’s tits were somewhat bigger than Susie’s, he judged, maybe a C cup, and her ass was rounder. However, covered in the one-piece, it had always been hard to get a good look. This time, she was also sporting a bikini. Although by necessity bigger than Susie’s, it was navy blue with white trim and showed off her figure to the fullest. She looked stunning, with two small dimples right above her butt and a generous amount of cleavage on display.

Dave had a moment of shame for ogling another guy’s wife, but then hadn’t Andy practically had his hands on Susie’s tits?

“What’s going on here?” whispered Dave as he caught up to Susie, gesturing at her bikini. “I have no idea what you mean,” she replied, scooting ahead. “We’re just having fun at the lake, aren’t we?”

At the Swing Bar, Susie ordered for them all. “Four slippery nipples and four margaritas,” she said, handing the bartender her credit card. Dave was surprised at the shots. Usually they’d knock back a beer or so an hour, maintaining a steady buzz and keeping them happy all day. If they started pounding shots, he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to stay on his feet.

Susie raised her shot glass, indicating the others do the same: “To a weekend at the lake.” They clinked glasses, and she downed her shot in a single swallow. The rest followed suit and hurried after her as she headed off toward the dock.

Dave and Andy sought out the dock hand to get their assigned boat, sending the girls off to get supplies. They checked the emergency kit, flares, and radio, firing up the engine to make sure it was fully gassed. It looked like Dave was going to have to drive the boat again, which irritated him. He did enjoy driving; however, it meant he had to remain at least relatively sober. That was going to cut into his fun, but the rangers policed the water vigilantly, especially on the big holidays. Neither of the girls had any clue how to drive a boat, and one year Andy rammed it into the dock, earning them a repair bill no one wanted to repeat.

Dave’s frustration must have been evident on his face as the women returned, carrying four heavy bags bulging at the seams.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you later, and maybe Sam will show you her ass again,” said Susie, offering him a quick glimpse down her bikini top, which perked Dave up considerably. The remains of his irritation disappeared as he slipped the lever forward and pulled the boat smoothly out of the slip.

It was a beautiful day on the lake, with the sun not yet high in the sky but threatening to beam down on them later. The girls had brought plenty of drinks and snacks, including some non-alcoholic beers for the driver. How thoughtful Dave groused to himself.

Once out of the dock, Dave gunned the engines, opening them up wide, skipping the boat across what little chop there was on the lake surface. The wind flowed through their hair as they sped across the water.”Where to?” He called out to the group, “Let’s go to Lots Cove,” replied Susie. It was a great choice—secluded and calm, with water shallow enough to anchor in. It was also a great place to tube and clamber ashore if they desired. Sam fiddled with the sound system and soon had some eighties classics blaring from the speakers.

It took around twenty minutes to get there, with the girls looking resplendent in their bikinis as the wind ruffled their hair. They were the only boat in the cove, which always astounded Dave as it was so beautiful and calm. He set the virtual anchor, and the boat came to a smooth halt outside the cove, the sounds of Journey crooning through the speakers. The sun’s heat was starting to be felt now, bathing them in a layer of warmth and humidity.

“I’m going to fry in this heat,” said Sam, rubbing at her shoulders for dramatic effect.

“Don’t worry.” Susie produced a tube of sunscreen. “Got you covered. How about I do your back?”

This perked the guys right up; there was no way they were going to object to a show of sunscreen application. They grabbed beers (non-alcoholic for Dave), and Sam lay front-down on the sun deck.

“Pervs.” Sam poked her tongue out as she pulled loose the string of her bikini. Susie squirted a huge dollop of sunscreen on Sam’s back. “Oooooops,” she said mock seriously as Sam let out a muffled yelp as the cold liquid hit her hot skin. “Sorry,” giggled Susie as she began to rub it in.

At first, Susie’s motions to rub the lotion in were mechanical, focusing on Sam’s lower back. Then she made her way along Sam’s ribcage, her fingers flicking across Sam’s side-boob.

“Oooh,” said Sam, “that feels good.” It felt good to the guys too, as an erection started to form in Dave’s shorts. Then things took a step up as Susie worked on Sam’s shoulders. Since Sam remained laying down, Susie had to straddle her in order to reach her, perching on Sam’s firm butt. Susie’s motions turned more fluid, almost sexual in nature, as she started to massage Sam’s shoulders, working the film of white cream into her skin. Sam was starting to moan in a manner not often seen during the application of sunscreen. Susie started to work down the front of Sam’s shoulders, dangerously near the tops of Sam’s boobs.

“Need a drink; this is thirsty work.” Said susie. Andy went to pass her her margarita glass, but Susie flashed him her greasy palms. “Feed me.” She turned her face upward toward him. Andy looked hesitant. However, not hearing any complaints from Dave, he upturned the cup directly into her mouth, sending a small stream of liquid down Susie’s throat. It was strangely erotic to see another man feed his wife like this. Dave’s erection strained at his shorts as he watched.

“I bet you need some too, right, Sam?” Susie said she got a grunt of agreement. Rather than letting Sam up, Susie stopped swallowing the liquid and captured it in her mouth. Dave had a feeling for what was coming next and held his breath. Sam leaned up, turning toward Susie, who went into a full-on kiss with her friend, dribbling the liquid into her mouth. The temperature rose as the two girls made out in front of their husbands. Both Andy and Dave felt frozen to the spot as the girls’ lips mashed together in the mid-morning sun.

Sam lay back down, and Susie continued rubbing in the cream as though nothing unusual had happened. “Got to get your legs next,” and she pivoted herself 180 degrees. She rubbed the cream into Sam’s calves perfunctorily, becoming more sensual the higher up her thighs she went. Then, right at the top of Sam’s thighs, her fingers started slipping under what there was of Sam’s bikini back.

“Got to make sure we don’t miss anything,” Susie said as Sam let out yet another moan of pleasure. By this point, Susie was giving Sam a full-on butt massage, and Dave could have sworn he saw her hands flick down onto Sam’s pussy on more than one occasion. Then, just as he thought he couldn’t stand it anymore, Susie was done, standing and wiping the rest of the sunscreen onto her legs.

“OK, my hands are killing me; who’s going to get the front? Here you go.” Susie tossed the tube to Dave. “Make sure you do a good job. Now, I need someone to do me.” Dave was stunned. Was his wife going to sit (lay?) by while he massaged sunscreen onto her friend? This looked like it was asking for trouble—a sure-fire way to get in some pretty hot water.

Susie was already lying on her stomach, her bikini string undone, her small breasts daintily protruding from under her chest. Well, here goes nothing, Dave thought, dumping some of the sunscreen on Sam’s stomach and tossing the tube to Andy. Conceptually, he had no problem at all massaging sunscreen into the body of an attractive woman like Sam. No problem except his wife lying not two feet off to his side. Then he realized Andy was also going to get his hands on Susie, and he didn’t feel so bad after all.

Gingerly, Dave put two fingers in the cream and tentatively spread it in a line across Sam’s stomach.

“It’s going to take all day if you keep going like that,” said Susie, who had raised her chest. “Get stuck in there.” Dave saw that Andy had wasted no time. Susie’s entire stomach was covered, and he was busy working it into her skin.

OK, Dave thought. Here we go, and he used his palms to spread the lotion over Sam’s stomach and rib cage. She moaned and arched her back toward him. Emboldened by this, Dave started to use more force, rubbing and kneading at her flesh. Sam continued squirming against him and, at multiple points, appeared to deliberately brush up against Dave’s erection. At first, he drew back, afraid to offend her, but by the third time, he figured she must be OK with it and let it go.

Next, he moved up to the tops of Sam’s breasts, making gentle circular motions. Her nipples soon started to poke up into the fabric, doing nothing to calm Dave’s erection. He found that in order to get to the far side of her body, he had to half-straddle her, and there was simply no way of disguising his hardness. It was smashed up against her skin. On one of his strokes, Dave noticed Sam inching her body slightly away from him and was immediately worried he’d gone too far with his ministrations. Then her intent became clear: on the next downstroke, he overshot, his hand moving inside her bikini top, covering half her breast with sunscreen, not quite reaching her nipple.

“I’m so...” sorry, he meant to say; however, he couldn’t get the final word out before Sam let out a groan and pressed harder against his erection. There was no mistaking it now. Dave risked a look up and saw Andy had both hands fully inside the cups of Susie’s bikini, had given up any pretense of applying sunscreen, and was giving her a full-on tit massage.

What’s good enough for her is good enough for me, he thought, grabbing some more sunscreen. He went for it in the same manner as Andy, moving around to Sam’s head and grasping both her breasts. It felt weird at first, as he was used to Susie’s smaller size. The flesh of Sam’s tits was more generous, yet still smooth and pliable. Sam sighed, and Dave took her nipples between his fingers and started to roll them gently. He couldn’t believe this was happening. At no point in the preceding weeks or on the drive up to the lake had Susie given him any indication that anything other than their usual excessive drinking and horsing around on inner tubes was going to happen. He was not complaining, but he did have to suppress the residual feelings of jealousy as his friend continued to massage his wife’s tits.

After a couple of minutes of this, in which he had sneakily managed to lower the material of her bikini enough to get a full view of each nipple, Sam said, “I think my bottom half needs doing too,” and he knew the show was over. However, she made no move to restore her bikini top, leaving her nipples on display. Dave got between her legs and started massaging her calves. Almost immediately, Sam spread her legs, giving Dave a full view of the crotch of her tiny bikini bottom. It was a full thong at the back, so the material was barely covering her folds before disappearing between the cheeks of her ass.

Dave let out a gulp. What the hell was he supposed to do now? He threw a glance at Andy, who looked to be in a similar predicament. Dave raised his hands and shrugged his shoulders. Andy repeated the gesture and took up the tube of lotion again.

With no one complaining, Dave moved steadily up Sam’s thighs, massaging both the inside and outside of her legs. Sam, though, appeared much more interested in the insides, moaning and ooing when he touched there, giving him only silence when he massaged the outer skin. Soon enough, the inevitable happened, and he reached the top of her thighs, his fingers almost touching her pussy.

“This part is really sensitive to the sun,” said Sam softly, and it was all he needed.

“I better make sure I do it properly then,” as he inched higher. Then he made contact with her pussy through the blue material of her bikini. For a split second. It was like a bolt of lightning went off in his head. His cock was huge, straining at his shorts. There was no complaint from Sam, though. On the contrary, she raised her left knee just enough to initiate contact with his erection.

Their actions were verging on mutual masturbation, with Sam’s knee against his cock and Dave’s fingers slipping beneath her bikini bottom. Sam raised her crotch toward him once more, indicating her consent. The flesh above her lips was soft and smooth, and he could feel a thin strip of hair running upward from where her clit would be. They continued for a while, Dave’s fingers getting ever closer to her warm center.

Dave realized he might be taking things too far. Going against his instincts, he stood, wiped off his hands, and announced, “It looks like you are all done.” He wasn’t sure, but he could have sworn a soft “not yet” came from Sam’s lips.

From the looks of it, Andy had had every bit as good of a time as him, the bulge of his erection etched in his shorts. This quickly became awkward; two men standing around checking out each other’s packages, so Dave lay on his front. “How about our turn now?”

The girls agreed, and as Dave suspected, Sam reached over to work on his back while Susie took on Dave. Sam started off similarly gently and soon reached the top of his thighs, saying, “Got to make sure we get right in there,” her hand delving inside his shorts. She started massaging his butt, a finger dropping down between his cheeks once in a while. Dave was hard enough to hammer nails into the deck by this point.

“Turn over,” said Sam softly.

“Um, I’m not sure that’s a great idea.” Dave knew his erection was going to be impossible to disguise. “Nonsense, you are going to burn like a crisp if I don’t get your front.” Sam tugged at Dave’s waist.

Dave turned, and Sam let out a hiss at the obvious bulge of his erection.

“Oh yeah, it’s definitely good that we are doing this side.” Sam squirted the lotion on him. She started with his chest, and as with Susie, she moved to straddle him. So here he was with his wife’s friend’s bikini-clad crotch grinding into his rock-hard erection, her tits scraping across his chest. Dave stopped second-guessing himself and let it happen. If someone wasn’t happy or having a good time, he’d have to trust them to speak up. Sam moved down his chest to his stomach, her tits dragging across his flesh, scraping along his erection. Dave had never been a fan of tit-sex; he found it boring as hell. However, this felt (and looked) incredible—Sam’s pliant flesh slipping and sliding down his body. She made no pretense of going for his lower legs, moving her hands immediately under his shorts, working in ever-decreasing circles.

Sam found her destination, her smooth, silky hand reaching out for his straining cock. Dave jumped at first, then settled down. The feeling was heavenly; a strange hand grasping at his flesh, driving him toward the edge. Sam made a few quick strokes up and down, then she was done, leaving him in the lurch. “I think you can get it from here.” She tossed him the tube. Was this turnabout for him stopping short of her pussy? He could only hope to find out later.

Dave quickly finished his lower half and then rose, trying unsuccessfully to hide his erection. “My back still needs doing,” said Susie, still lying down. Andy and Sam went off to make more drinks as Dave took the tube of sunscreen and began to work it into Susie. He felt he should say something but wasn’t sure what. He was half afraid she’d be mad. The last thing he wanted was to break the spell that had come over them. So he worked in silence, massaging and kneading the lotion into her skin.

As Dave got to Susie’s shoulders, however, she reached behind him, pulling his cock from his shorts. “Shhhhhh,” she whispered and spread her legs, exposing the tiny strip of her bikini, which was stretched tight against her flesh, the flowers almost inviting him in. Dave got the idea, pulled the fabric aside, and slid forward, penetrating her in one stroke. She was soaking wet, and her center was warm and moist. He had never felt her so turned on.

“Just a few strokes. and then we have to get back to our friends,” Susie whispered. “God, how I want it.” Dave had no idea how he had the willpower to pull out and avoid splattering her insides with his seed. All he wanted to do was explode inside her velvet walls. Somehow he managed to gain control of himself and withdraw, stuffing his erection back into his shorts while Susie pulled her bottoms over her pussy. He turned to see Andy and Sam standing behind him, drinks in hand. He had no idea how long they had been there and what they might have seen. He found himself not caring.

Afterwards, they all relaxed on the sun deck of the boat for a few minutes, sipping their drinks, Dave with his beer-zero.

“Let’s tube,” Sam said, her glass now empty. They broke out the inner tube. The four had spent countless hours on previous trips dragging each other behind the boat whiling away the sunny days. Susie wanted to go first and dragged Andy with her. The tube was too small to hold both of them comfortably, and they giggled and squirmed as they tried to get comfortable. Dave was pretty sure he saw some grabbing of boobs and asses as they writhed on the tube.

Dave waited while Sam paid out the line over the stern. She had to bend over to do this, giving him an unobstructed view of her panty-covered crotch and exposing the crinkled edges of her nether hole. She must have known he was staring but made no attempt to cover herself.

Susie and Andy gave a thumbs-up, and Dave gunned the engines, pinging the line taught. No mercy, he thought as he increased the power. Their screams of delight mixed with fear flitted through the air with ever-increasing volume. They held on gallantly for three or four minutes before he made a particularly vicious turn, sending them careering into the water. Dave made a circle, carefully pulling up beside them, allowing them to clamber back on board. Susie’s bikini top had come completely undone, the string flapping in the wind, her firm tits and nipples exposed to them and any passersby.

“Oops,” Susie said, making a half-hearted attempt to pull her top to her chest. This only caused her to stumble, careering into Sam, who staggered backwards. “Help tie me?” she asked Sam, who, in an act of whimsy, reached out and flipped the strap of Susie’s bikini over her head, leaving her completely topless. Susie blushed, probably from equal parts embarrassment and alcohol. She briefly tried to cover herself before realizing it was hopeless and dropped her arms to her sides.

“Well, I guess it’s good you didn’t miss any spots with the sunscreen,” Susie said. “Now it’s Sam’s turn.” Susie had obviously meant Sam’s turn on the tube, but Sam, whether deliberately or not, misunderstood and tugged on the string of her own bikini, exposing her full tits to the sun, leaving both girls topless.

Sadly for Dave, everyone else was too drunk to drive the boat, so he was forced to spend his afternoon toting them around on the tube. At first, he was jealous, towing at first one of them, then two, and then all three at the same time, the girl’s boobs bouncing up and down as they sped across the waves. It was especially frustrating when Andy got to go with both women at the same time; although the tube was so overweight, they were quickly pulled underwater.

The saving grace was that when one of the women was left on board, they would “accidentally” rub up against him, pushing their breasts into his back or chest, or bend over to let him see their bikini splitting the cheeks of their butt. The icing on the cake came when Sam asked him to do a body shot from her, placing the lime and salt on her chest. She inched her bikini bottoms down enough to stand the shot glass on top of her mons. Dave stretched his rule of not drinking while driving the boat. Seeing Sam push down the fabric of her bottoms to expose her landing strip left him in an exquisite combination of pain and pleasure. He slurped up the shot, licking the salt and lime from the tops of her breasts.

Exhausted, they reeled in the line and stowed the tube, drifting the boat back to the cove. Neither girl made any effort to cover up, lying on the sun deck and exposing their naked chests to the sun. They ate lunch without covering up, and everyone applied more sunscreen, although not making as much of it as they had earlier. The sounds of the eighties continued to blare from the speaker.

As the sun started to wane, they all wanted to drink more, but it wasn’t fair on Dave if he was the only one sober. So they agreed to head back to shore. Dave pointed the boat back toward the dock and guided the boat home, wondering what the rest of the day might have in store for them.

The girls put their tops back on as the boat coasted back to the dock. Despite having to remain sober, Dave was flooded with endorphins and horny as hell. The foursome staggered back to the room, smelling of sunscreen and a sweet sheen of sweat.

“I guess we’d better get out of here and give you your room back.” Sam let out a big sigh.

“Nonsense,” said Dave, “you’ve both been drinking all afternoon. Neither of you is in any condition to drive; at least have dinner with us, and we can sober up. Besides, my offer still stands.”

“Offer?” Susie appeared confused. “I’ll tell you in the shower.” Dave took her by the hand and led her into the bathroom.

Once in the shower, Dave’s hands started to roam over Susie’s body, down her neck and shoulders, cupping her smooth breasts and kneading her hardening nipples. He needed her now.

“So what’s this offer then?” Susie leaned back, giving him free access to her chest. Dave explained his offer to share the room, all the while his hands wandering lower and lower, past Susie’s waist, cupping her smooth sex.

“Oh, and when were you going to mention this to me?” Susie let out a small sigh as Dave found her ever-ready clit,”

“I’m telling you now,” through a mouthful of nipple, “besides, I knew you’d want to help our friends out.”

“Oh yessss,” Susie said as Dave inserted a finger into her slick pussy. “Yes, we definitely want to help our friends out.” The possible double meaning of her words was not lost on Dave as Susie reached down and grabbed his length. “No more playing. I need this in me right now.”

Dave was happy to oblige. He was loving the new-found forwardness of his wife. He withdrew his finger, bringing it to his lips, and tasted her sweet juices as Susie lined himself up with her entrance. Dave pushed slowly at first, the head of his cock parting her lips and stretching her out.

Susie slowly sank down, taking his length deep inside her. “That feels soooo good,” she moaned into his shoulder. “Fuck me quick and hard.” Dave had no problem with the request after all the teasing from earlier in the day. His cock was so hard, it felt like it was going to explode. He began thrusting in and out, alternately jamming his mouth to hers, then dropping down to bite and nibble her nipples, eliciting moans of pleasure from Susie.