I drove into her, pushing myself all the way inside her, and she continued to grind against me and attack my mouth with her tongue. A moan escaped her...mouth, only to be muffled my mine. I reached my hands around her lithe body, grabbing her ample breasts. I began to slowly massage the flesh, working my way up towards her nipples, which were poking out at our sister. Breaking our kiss, Abby screamed, “Fuck me! Hard and fast! I want it rougher.” Not one to deny a bitch in heat, I roughly groped. Still, it would be good experience, and Jim was a friend, too; Josh had been one of several local mushers that had helped Jim get started, and he hoped that he'd do well and be back in the future with a better team. Josh's old Shadow would be solid for him, anyway. But now, he was competition, to be passed as quickly as possible and left as far behind as possible.Clark counted Conger down to the start; the starting pistol went off, and Jim was on his way. Even as they were still in the floodlit. I looked at the cushy chair and wanted to sit there. But my body disobeyed me."Sure." I went and sat by him on the bed. His arm wrapped around my shoulders. He pulled me close."Amber," he said, "that is the most darling little skirt." He reached and touched the hem – and my pale thigh beneath. His finger, and my skirt, began to go up. "Do you like that, baby?"I did and I didn't. My body responded. I felt little tingles climb. My nipples grew warm. But again, I didn't like it at all. I didn't. I shook my head, quietly laughing. “Sa...’snockling’...?” she offered.“Snockling?” I replied and she nodded, “Ahhh... snorkelling?”“Snork-ing!” she mimicked.I leaned forward across the table resting my elbows either side of my empty coffee cup. “Sn-ork-ell-ing” I enunciated as clearly as possible.“Snorkling?” she replied.I nodded, “close enough... snorkelling, yes I do enjoy a good snorkel” I almost sniggered as I realised my friends back home would not have left a double-entendre of that.