delicious conversation on the way. When we reached
Riverside Lodge we dismounted and entered the drawing room. It was
unoccupied.

"Darling girl," said Herbert, "I must enjoy you once more--we shall not
be interrupted."

"I am yours, dear Herbert, do with me as you please," I replied.

He led me to a sofa and laid me on my back, and then threw my clothes
up above my navel. He paused awhile to gaze on my hidden charm, and ran
his hands over the various objects that met his gaze.

"What magnificent limbs! What splendid thighs!" he exclaimed, "and what
a graceful, rounded and polished belly, and then what a delicious Mons
Veneris! What a profusion of curly hair adorns this lovely spot!"

He was not content with the unveiled charms of the lower portion of my
body, but he must needs release my large and plump breasts--and these
afforded him a new theme on which to expatiate. He did not moralize
long, but unbuttoning his pantaloons he released his stiff lance and,
bringing it to bear between my widely stretched thighs, I soon felt it
forcing its way into my sensitive vagina. I raised my buttocks to meet
his thrusts and experienced the most delicious sensation. His motions
grew quicker and the end approached. I wiggled my bottom from side to
side. I gave utterance to my rapture in words, sighs and exclamations
of pleasure and received his whole discharge at the same moment that I
myself emitted. When he had finished he leaned over and kissed my
breasts and assisted me to rise. We heard steps approaching the room
and I hastily retired to my chamber.

My time after the adventure with Mr. Clarence passed very agreeably. My
amorous desires were fully satisfied and I enjoyed a repetition of the
scenes I had passed through with my cousin. I found Herbert very ardent
and very ingenious in his mode of performing the sexual act--I shall
have to refer to some of his experiments by and by.

One day I was informed that Mr. Clarence's sister-in-law was coming to
spend a few weeks at Riverside Lodge. Herbert gave me the information
with manifest pleasure painted on his face and I felt sure her coming
pleased him; for my own part, I cannot say that I was especially
delighted, for I was afraid her presence would interfere with our
enjoyments.

On the appointed day, a carriage drove up to the entrance and Amy
Denmead, Mrs. Clarence's sister, alighted. The moment I saw her, truth
compels me to state that she was one of the most beauti