common domestic, I am sure.

This stopped me for a month, but the time was not all lost, for I
indulged in baudy talk, and familiarized both servants with it, and
the fact that they had felt me, and I them. The eldest used to look
uncomfortable, Susan used to brazen it out with a bright roguish eye,
that I then almost turned to her, especially as Sarah still wore black
stockings; but then Sarah had such fat white thighs, and a larger bum.

When better and I was again alone with Sarah on a Sunday morning, I got
her on to a chair, pulled up her clothes all round, exposed her legs,
showed her my prick, showed her the pictures in _Fanny Hill_, got
her excited, but did nothing more. Another Sunday I tried it on
unsuccessfully. The third Sunday going upstairs just after mother and
Tom had gone to church, she said she was not going to be worried with
me, and Susan would be at home. Susan had not I found gone to church as
usual. Baulked, I was going out, but catching her in the hall, tried to
pull up her clothes. She cried, "For God's sake don't, I would not let
Susan hear for the world." This confirmed me in what I had felt nearly
certain of; the sisters did not tell each other of my games. I heard
Susan say to her sister who had gone to the top of the house, "I shan't
loose my outing, there is nothing the matter with you," and out she
went. The next minute down came Sarah; I stopped her on the landing, by
my mother's room.

"Now don't," she began in a coaxing way, but I had not spent for weeks,
and as I looked into her bright eyes and flushed face, meant that day to
do so if I could. She must herself have wanted it, there was such a
soft look about her. My reply was to try to pull up her clothes.
We struggled, pushed against the door of mother's bed-room, and
we staggered into the room together. Nothing could have been more
favorable. I got her up against the bed, her clothes up, my prick
against her belly, and there for a minute we struggled.

Opposite my mother's was a small low sort of bedstead called a child's,
I don't know why. It was covered with a large skin on a mattress. Mother
used it as a sofa. My prick was actually up against Sarah's belly, my
balls nestling in the hair of her cunt, my hands tightly round her bum,
but her legs were so close together, that I could not get into her; I
put one hand down to open the road to her cunt, but could not manage it,
though her resistance was growing less. She ceased pray