Chapter Eight
After Christopher’s shrinking c**k was expelled from its responsive female sheath with an audible ‘plop’, he reached forward and released Diana’s wrists, and then bent to unclip her ankles from the spreader bar. Then he swept her considerable weight of a hundred and fifty solid pounds up into his arms as if it were nothing. And then her masterful husband strode to the open wall of the bungalow facing the central island a mile or two away and without pausing stepped over the railing and leapt into the coral blue tropical waters. His shocked bride managed only a peep before they were several feet deep in refreshing 78 degree salt water, several reef fish scattering from the sudden disturbance of their peaceful world by two thrashing naked bodies.
The newlyweds were both laugh
