MY SECRET LIFE
know.” “I will tell you my dear; you talked about Smith’s doodle and the other men’s you saw pissing.” “You are the gentleman from London stopping at the Hall”, she replied, “so you had better go back and leave us poor girls alone”, and she looked out of the window again.
“I am at the Hall”, said I putting my hand round her waist,” and like pretty girls”, and I kissed her until she seemed mollified and said, “What can you want in troubling poor girls like us?” “You are as handsome as a duchess, and I want you to do the same as they do.” “What is that?” said she innocently. “Fuck”, said I boldly. She turned away looking very confused. “You saw me on your sister, between her thighs, that was fucking; and you saw this”, at the same time pulling out my prick, “and now I am going to feel your cunt.”
I put my hand up her clothes and tried to feel, but she turned round, and after a struggle half squatted on the floor to prevent me. The position was favorable, I pushed her sharply half on to her back on the floor, got my fingers on to her slit, and in a moment we were struggling on the floor, she screaming loudly as we rolled about.
She was nimble, got up and escaped me, but by the time her sister came back, I had felt her bum, pulled her clothes up, and talked enough baudiness; she had hollowed, cried, laughed, abused and forgiven me, for I had promised her a new bonnet, and had given her more silver.
Sarah brought back the liquors, there was but one tumbler and a mug, we did with those; the weather was hot, the liquor nice, the girls drank freely. In a
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