MY SECRET LIFE
MY SECRET LIFE
out”, as she said, and she went to her room. I listened, heard her moving about longer than I expected. I had come up some minutes before to deceive all, and was shivering in my night-shirt. I thought how unfair it was to her sister who was in the family way by me, of the risk I ran with my mother in the house; but a stand- ing prick stifles all conscience. I crossed the landing, opened her door, shut it rapidly, and there I was in the room with her, both of us in our night-dresses. She was doing up her hair as I entered, she wore a night-cap. “I wont’ let you come in here.” “Hushl mother will hear you”, said 1. Her voice dropped to a whining, “Pray go, I shall loose my character, if any one sup- poses anything of this; it’s very hard on me.” Such was my state, that I believe if my mother had come in just then, I should have tried Susan. My reply was to strip my night-gown right off and stand naked; then I caught her in my arms and forced her into a sitting posture on the bed-side, sitting myself down beside her. “Let me do it,—let us fuck, I have felt your cunt, —seen it ;—look at my prick,-—let me put it in,—let me do it,—you did nearly once,—let me now.” “For God’s sake go.” “I won’t.” “Ohl don’t,—ohl go,—if Misses should hear us, what will become of me.” “Don’t make a noise then, or she will.” “Well go, there is a dear,—not now,—perhaps some other day I will. She was defenceless, I hitched up her night- gown, saw a pair of nice white thighs. “You shant,— you shant", she cried in a louder tone, pushing down her night-gown. I gave it a violent tug, and pulled it up to her belly, saw thighs, navel, and dark brown hair between her thighs, that I had looked at in glimpses through the key-hole. There was my thigh close to hers,
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