<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>Down below<br/>Moving a lot, but fighting.... not so much.<br/> </strong><br/><br/><br/>That knee was just what Susan wanted.  Her leg opened just a bit more, her feet planted flat on the bed.  An anchor as she lifted her hips, ground them slowly against Mari's leg.  She was dimly aware that the boat was moving, but didn't care at all.    Having her hands pinned to the bed was doing something in her head.  Those dangling breasts brushing hers... the way Mari's hard nipples were dragging over her soft skin....Susan lifted her head toward Mari's mouth open, silently begging for a kiss.<br/>