us. She had a lovely lasciviousness with
her tongue. If my tongue was in her mouth when she spent, she almost
sucked it out of me, and the clipping of her cunt after my prick had
been relieved from its stiffness I have already mentioned. Her length
of arm enabled her to squeeze my balls when in various positions, and
no woman ever let me pull her about and look at her cunt, whether it
was clean or spunky, more freely than she did. With many it is evidently
business, with her it seemed pleasure. She took a delight in all I did,
even when I washed her cunt.

(My pleasures however with her were of a simple kind. I had none of the
varied erotic pleasures that I now know, the bum-hole and mouth were
reserved for the enjoyment of my more matured years.) I should have
seen her more frequently, but she would only come at the outside twice
a week. No it was impossible,--she lived too far off. I tried to get
out of Hannah some knowledge about her, but could not. One day only when
fuddled she asked if I had heard she was married. "You mean," said I,
"living with a man." "No really married, and been so for years,--oh!
don't you tell her,--she'll cut the house if you do."

At the end of perhaps three months I was in bed with her; we had poked,
reposed, and were in amorous dalliance, lying face to face, she with one
limb over my haunch, so that I could feel her cunt well, she twiddling
my somewhat exhausted prick. "I have a surprise for you," she said. "For
me,--what?" "I'm in the family way." "The devil,--whose fault is that?"
"No one's fault, and perhaps no misfortune,--would you like a child?"
"I?--why?" (I had a presentiment of what was coming.) "Because it is
yours." "Nonsense." "It is my dear,--I have felt certain of it for some
time past, but waited to be quite sure before telling you." "Are you
quite sure?" "As certain as I am that I shall die."

I was flabbergasted, felt distressed, as if I had done her some harm
that I could not repair, that I had injured her, and should cause
her pain and annoyance. It was succeeded by a fear that I should have
trouble through it, and expense that I could not afford. Then came the
idea that she was selling me, putting a plant on me; that if she were
with child it was another man's, not mine. Then came a belief over me
that what she said was true, that her pleasure in my embraces was so
real, so unlike that of the ordinary gay women, that the result might
be due to me. Overwhelmed I lay q