nce! oh! if I had not been such a beast. My prick rose stiff,
the afternoon's spend was the first I had had for a long time, a stiff
prick gives courage, and darkness helps. We are alone, she said nothing
as I spent in her hand, indeed went on kissing me when spending, what if
I ask her again? What an age she seemed putting Tommy to bed, at last I
heard her say, "Go to sleep, mamma will be home soon," and she went up
to her bed-room. She is going thought I to sit there till Eliza knocks,
and did not dare go up, but stood listening in the hall, feeling my
prick and longing;, at last I heard her coming down with slow, measured
steps. In the hall, I flung my arms around her, kissing and begging her
to forgive me. "I could not help it," said I in a whisper, "you do not
know how I longed for you." "Let me go downstairs," said she.

The garden parlour door was open. "Come in here and talk." I pulled her
in with but little difficulty, pushed her down on the sofa, and put both
arms round her. The door closed, leaving a small opening; there was
no light, but the gleam which shot from the hall-lamp through the door
ajar; I could barely see her face, and sat by her begging forgiveness
and kissing, but got no reply. My prick was more than stiff, I put my
hand down on her lap, on to her knees, then down to her feet, waiting a
second at each advance--no movement. My hand slipped up bit by bit,
it passed her ankle, her garter, and was on the flesh above--still no
movement. I hesitated and begged--no reply. Up further went my hand, the
thighs were not closed, but let my hand slip between them, a long drawn
sigh came from her as my fingers buried themselves in a fat, warm quim.
I pushed her back gently, and put her hand on to my prick; she held it
tight, and in a whisper said, "Will you never tell anyone?" By my body
and soul I swore it; the thighs opened wider, her body fell back and
disposed itself on the sofa, my hands roved over a large expanse of
flesh, I could see the white mass only, the rest seemed dark. I kissed
the hair on her cunt which I could not see, felt the smooth velvety
haunches, and threw myself on one of the finest, whitest and broadest
bellies I ever yet have had close to mine. The thighs opened to receive
me, and the next moment my prick was gliding up her cunt--she was not a
virgin.

What a heavenly sense of satisfaction at being up a cunt again. I could
scarcely realize my success; my hands felt between the fat l