ir, about half an inch long, scarcely covered the
mons, and only slightly came down the outer lips, her thighs were plump
and round, her calves big for her age; she was clean in her flesh, but
alas! thick blue stockings with holes and darns, big boots with holes at
the sides, a dirty ragged chemise, dark garters below the knees, made
an ugly spectacle compared with the clean whiteness of Charlotte's and
Mary's linen.

But the sight took effect, my prick had her blood on it, quietly I
slid my finger up her cunt, it made her restless, she moved her legs
together, shutting my hand in them; she turned on her side, and showed
a plump white bum, over one side of which a long streak of bloody sperm
had run. I pulled her on to her back, then she awakened struggling and
called out loudly, but I was heavy on her, my prick at her cunt's mouth,
and I pushed it up until it could go no further, whilst she kept calling
out, I was hurting her.

"Be quiet, I can't hurt you, my prick is right up you," said I beginning
the exercise. She made no reply, her cunt seemed deliriously small,
whenever I pushed deep, she winced as if in pain, I tried to thrust my
tongue into her mouth, but she resisted it. Suddenly she said, "Oh! go
away, Sarah will be home and find us." I had my second emission, and
went to sleep with my prick up her,--I was groggy. She slept also.

I awakened, got up tired with heat, excitement, drink and fucking. She
got up, and sat on the side of the bed half sobered, but stupid; dropped
a sovereign, and did not attempt to pick it up. I did, and put it back
into her hands; she took it without saying a word. When buttoned up, I
asked her what she was going to do, but all the reply I could get was,
"You go now." I went into the kitchen, banged the door, but held the
latch, the door remained ajar, and I peeped through.

She sat perfectly still so long, that I thought she was never going
to move; then sat down on the chair and laid her head against the bed,
looking at the sovereigns at intervals; then put them down, put her hand
up her petticoats carefully feeling her cunt, looked at her fingers,
burst into tears, sat crying for a minute or two, then put a basin with
water on to the floor, and unsteady, partially upset it, but managed to
wash, and got back on to the chair, leaving the basin where it was. Then
she pulled up the front of her chemise and looked at it, again put her
fingers to her cunt, looked at them, again began