Tree-tops rose bushily from the grey sheets of water, and snakes were lodging in the branches.

Swept tightly away from her face, it was banded in the back and went streaming bushily down her spine.

She was straddling the whipping tongue, grinding his head back down into the mattress until it was only half visible, his hair protruding bushily from between her full thighs, his legs kicking back toward the edge of the bed to catch his breath.