look. Why, Lucille, the way you kiss excites me as if we were still on the honeymoon trip; but dearest," he added, "a sporting man must see his horses tried and run, then, you, know, I shall make up in the winter what you lose in the summer; there's nothing else to do then but to make love. Ha, you sweet little devil, do you want to commit another sin before confession?"
My hand had been gently carressing his prick outside his breeches, till it was now rampant and impatient of the restraining cloth.
"Well," he went on, following my example, by passing a hand up my clothes, and gently tickling my clitoris with his forefinger, "we'll lump it all together, so there won't be any more to pay. My Stars, Lucille, how excitable you are. You're spending on my fingers. It's nothing to blush about, little simpleton."
I got off his lap, and kneeling before him, unbuttoned his flap, and the engine of love
