Chapter Eleven
“Thunderstorms make me horny,” Penelope droned as she stood by the porch windows and puffed her smoke into the rainy air beyond the screen.
The sky lit up the room every few minutes in a wild display of bursting flashes.
Their skins crawled with need not yet vented after the punishment session in the shed.
Bo and Zack lounged in chairs; Kathy Ann sat between Zack’s feet and a sore Daphne in her chambray sundress remained slumped in her usual chair, feeling the spray of rain dousing her in a carpet of chilling mist. She’d soon be wet and have to move, but for the moment, she pleasured in the refreshing change. The atmosphere inside this den of iniquity had taken on an undercurrent of unrest that needed to be washed away. The thunderstorm blessed them all.
Although th
