She felt Karen's hands move up and down her back as her tongue snaked in and out, stabbing wantonly. Susan tried to resist, but felt herself overwhelmed by the sensuality of the woman. She groaned when Karen's hands ran over her asscheeks, pausing long enough to cup them for a brief squeeze, then they went down the backs of her thighs, caressing, fondling, arousing. Susan's body trembled again, and she began to writhe her hips against Karen's.

"Ohhh, baby," Karen crooned as she pulled her lips away. "You're a hot one all right."

"Don't, Karen," Susan whimpered. "Please, I don't want that to happen again."

"I think you do," Karen replied, cupping Susan's ass in one hand, bringing her other up to close around a firm, springy tit. "I think you want it to happen again and again. God, baby, you were like a fucking firecracker last night! You need it as badly as I do, and don't try to deny it."

Susan felt Karen's hand work up inside one of the wide legs of her shorts, the fingers moving along the curve of her ass. Although she could say it out loud that she did not want this, she knew damned good and well she did. Susan pressed her hips against Karen's and began to grind slowly, moaning softly, her eyes closed.

"See what I mean?" Karen whispered thickly as she curled her fingers about an asscheek. "You've got a hot little ass on you, Susan. And I mean hot!"

"Ooohh," Susan whimpered, her own hands now clutching the shorts-clad ass of Karen, her fingers digging into the tight flesh. "Oh, God! I don't know any more! I don't know anything… any more!"

Karen drew back and lowered the thin top of Susan's sunsuit. Susan knew her tits were exposed, and was certain of it when she felt Karen's wet, hot mouth kissing near one nipple.