knew not, but it was certain she had seen me shoving as hard as I could
between the naked thighs of her sister, and that was well calculated
to make her randy and ready for the advances of a man. "Here is five
shillings, don't say anything my dear." "I won't say nothing," said she
taking the money. Then I kissed her again, and we talked on.

"How did you like him feeling you?" I asked, "was he stiff?" No reply.
"Was it not nice when he got his hand on your thigh?" Still no reply.
"You thought it nice when in bed, Sarah says." "Sarah tells a wicked
story," she burst out. "What does she tell?" "I don't know." "I will
tell you my dear; you talked about Smith's doodle and the other men's
you saw pissing." "You are the gentleman from London stopping at the
Hall," she replied, "so you had better go back and leave us poor girls
alone," and she looked out of the window again.

"I am at the Hall," said I putting my hand round her waist, "and like
pretty girls," and I kissed her until she seemed mollified and said,
"What can you want in troubling poor girls like us?" "You are as
handsome as a duchess, and I want you to do the same as they do." "What
is that?" said she innocently. "Fuck," said I boldly. She turned away
looking very confused. "You saw me on your sister, between her thighs,
that was fucking; and you saw this," at the same time pulling out my
prick, "and now I am going to feel your cunt."

I put my hand up her clothes and tried to feel, but she turned round,
and after a struggle half squatted on the floor to prevent me. The
position was favorable, I pushed her sharply half on to her back on the
floor, got my fingers on to her slit, and in a moment we were struggling
on the floor, she screaming loudly as we rolled about.

She was nimble, got up and escaped me, but by the time her sister came
back, I had felt her bum, pulled her clothes up, and talked enough
baudiness; she had hollowed, cried, laughed, abused and forgiven me, for
I had promised her a new bonnet, and had given her more silver.

Sarah brought back the liquors, there was but one tumbler and a mug, we
did with those; the weather was hot, the liquor nice, the girls drank
freely. In a short time they were both frisky, it got slightly into my
head; then the girls began quarrelling again, and let out all about each
other, the elder's object being to upset the younger one's virtue and
make her lewed. I began to get awfully randy, and told Sarah I had felt
h