ink he could
pull it out if he tried. In fact, it was involuntary on my part, and I
could not help clinging to his dear instrument for the life of me.

Oh, how he fondled and embraced me, making me partially turn my body so
that he might kiss and tongue me, and then suck my bubbies; his busy
finger all the time tickling and frigging my clitoris. I soon felt his
cock swelling so deliciously within me, and he shortly recommenced his
rapturous pushings in and out. We made a long, long bout of it, and I
am sure that I spent twice before joining him at the last moment, when
he died away in a shout of joy that I feared must have been heard by
the servants in the house, who long before this had been on the move.
After this we lay soaking and enjoying it for more than half an hour,
when my husband declared he felt as if a wolf was at his stomach, and
that he must have some breakfast. He got up and quickly dressed,
desiring me to lie still, and he would bring me some breakfast in bed,
and that, while it was getting ready, he would order some warm water to
bathe myself with. I felt his delicacy, and loved him for it. The water
came, I was much refreshed after using it, and got into bed again, but
I felt awfully stiff and done up all that and next day.

My darling husband waited on me himself at breakfast, stimulating me to
eat freely as a means of restoring my lost strength; which he very soon
put to the test again, for he fucked me three times during the day, and
each time he gave me greater pleasure than before. He was just as
active at night. And the whole three weeks we stayed at Leamington, he
never fucked me less than four times a night, declaring that I had
become most perfect in the exercise.

We then came here, our old friend, Mrs. Roberts, having kindly insisted
upon our paying her a long visit Fred has been called away suddenly and
will not return for a month. I am sure you will pity me, as you know my
temperament is too hot to keep chaste so long. You remember Charlie
Roberts; you would consider him a child, but he is not so. One
afternoon Fred followed me into my bedroom, as was usual, and
gamahuched and fucked me on the edge of the bed. I was about to leave
the room after he was gone, when on opening a closet, in which my
dresses were hung, who should I discover but this same Charlie. I was
in a fix.

There was no doubt the lad had seen everything. I spoke kindly to him,
and he promised secrecy. In order to ensu