It was the middle of a cold night. Casey lay staring up at the ceiling. Sleep was hopeless and she turned over to see her husband sleeping soundly beside her. She looked at him with a twitch of annoyance and amusement. How come he got to sleep while she was so restless? She stared at him thinking of the night before. She blushed a little. Jason was a great lover and her thighs were still aching from the vicious love makin...