Chapter Fourteen
Sue and Jeff lay in the warm depression of their bed, vaguely aware of a spent passion that had engulfed them the night before. She was aware of a slight soreness at her n*****s, and aware, too, of a mild ache between her legs where the muscles of her inner self had expanded and contracted in a wild flurry of s****l manipulations.
Jeff lay on his side next to her, his red and swollen c**k hanging from the thatch of hair like a section of garden hose. The tender skin below the glands was reddened from the fury of his passion. It stung slightly.
The Florida sky was bathed in the warmth of the tropical sun. White puffs of cotton clouds stood out on the field of blue, billowy, moving slowly with the urging of a gentle wind.
The tepid waves of a restless sea set a beat,
