only for a minute." "Shan't you beast." "Oh! I must do it,"
said Bob, "I must,--hooo," and then sitting down on a chair, Bob
closed his eyes, frigged away, and saying, "Oh! it ought to be in your
ck--ck--cunt," spent, the two girls looking at him and at the sperm
jetting out on to the floor.

They stood looking, never uttered a word, and fear came over them lest
Kitty's mother should come home, and catch him there with his cock out,
and his sperm on the floor. "Go, there is a good young man,--mother will
be home directly,--oh! that's her footstep,--run upstairs, and wait till
she's in." Bob whose nervous system was I dare say a little shaken by
his frig, buttoned up his trowsers, and ran out of the room. The girls
locked the door and listened,--it was not the mother, then they began to
talk.

"That's it on the floor,--that's what comes out of a man's cock when he
puts it up a woman's thing," said Grace,--"it's that which gets a woman
in the family way,--it's that which gives them both pleasure when they
do it together, when _his_ thing is up _her_ thing."

Grace told all she knew, that when her mother was "lying in," she once
peeped through a key-hole, and saw her father frig himself. They talked
of the pleasure they had heard it gave the woman to have that warm
injection up her. Grace frigged herself, Kitty tried but got no
pleasure, they sat opposite each other on chairs, Bob's spunk still on
the floor. That was the only time she had ever seen spunk till she
saw Jim's in the wash-hand basin. "Should you like to see mine Kitty?"
"Shouldn't I!" said she. "You shall some day,"--and one day she frigged
me.

Kitty was quite artless when she told me this, she had taken a liking to
me, though I did not then know it, and was delighted to tell me all, it
seemed quite a relief to her to do so. She had never spoken to any one
else about it. To a man? she should think not,--it was not likely, and
though I asked her often and often about it at times she never varied
the account. I believed it implicitly, and that is why I narrate it
here.

Several nights Jim served Betty so, till one night Kitty sneezed. "The
girl's awake," said Jim. "Who is that?" said Kitty shamming, though she
knew full well. "It's Jim,--you won't tell, will you?" said Betty. "I
have told her you are going to marry me,--have I not Kit?" Jim went on
tailing his mistress, but now that he knew Kit was awake he put out his
hand and felt Kitty's bum whilst fuc