MY SECRET LIFE
MY SECRET LIFE
was close by, and I saw sperm outside; then she sat at the side of the bed with her limbs uncovered, I stood naked with doodle wet, flabby and shrunken, not a pretty picture at all. She begged me to go, was tranquil, sat twisting up her hair, scarcely made attempt to hide her limbs, all her anxiety was about her mistress find- ing me in her room; but after a few minutes alterca- tion, I was in bed with her cuddling, and promising to leave directly I had fucked again. '
I got into bed without my night-gown, hers was rolled up so that she was all but naked, our naked bodies touched at all points, my hands were free ‘to rove everywhere. How she must have wanted it, only a woman with twelve months abstinence from cock' can tell; and when after feeling her cunt well, and putting her unresisting hands round my pego, I pushed her on to her back; there was no difliculty about her thighs, they opened at once as I turned on to her, her frame thrilled, her tongue sought mine, her hand clutched my naked back; she spent I verily believe before I had be- gan, and finished again with me a few minutes after- wards. About day-break neither of us having closed our eyes, I went back to my room, tired out. .
My mother kept her bed the next day, so Susan and I had time to talk. “I don’t know what to do”, said she, “we have made the sheet in such a dreadful. mess”; and that night before she went to bed, she took it down and did something to it. I fucked 'her that day on the kitchen table.
Her sister did not return for a fortnight, and during that time we had- plenty of fucking; a few nights after I first had her, she was excessively quiet; on question- ing her she said, “I think I got in the family way last
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