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h stood looking at my prick and me. I kept on asking, and offering the money,--no one would see us,--one could watch,--and so on. "Do you live about here?" said one. "No, I am going to see a friend at ------" (naming a place about two miles off.) "Weren't you never up here before?" "Never in my life,--here is your shilling,"--and I gave it her. "Here is yours." She would not take it. "Take it Molly." She took it. "Oh! let me have you," said I selecting that one now for my addresses. "This is a bloody lark," said she, "_what do you take_ us for young man?" "Let me fuck you." Both stood still looking at me and my prick. "Some one will catch us," said one moving out from the tombs, and looking up and down the pathway to see if any one was near, and then came back. I had got close to the other. "Now Molly," said one anxiously, "what are you about?" "Oh! he's made me all overish." "Well if you'd been three months away from your old man as I have, there would be some excuse." "Never mind,--you won't blab,--you stand there, and call if you see any one." "The grave-digger will catch you." "No I saw him right over by the church." "Come away." "No,--you go and watch." And so we talked for a few seconds, but I never put my prick out of sight. "Well," said the other moving out of sight into the narrow path between the monuments, "you'll get into a mess." "No I shan't,--I'll let him for the lark of the thing." The instant she had gone round the corner the selected one laid hold of my prick. "Do it quick,--some one may come," said she as she grasped it. "Lie down". "No I won't,--it's dirty." "No it's dry,--the grass is quite hay." I stripped off my coat, made it into a bundle, and placed it for her head. "There,--there," I said, and pulled her down. She made no resistance. I saw white thighs and belly, black hair on her cunt; and the next minute I was spending up her. "Shove on," said she, "I was just coming,"--and she was wriggling and heaving, "go on." I could always go on pushing after a spend in those days, my prick would not lose its stiffness for minutes afterwards; so I pushed till I thought of doing her a second time; but her pleasure came on, her cunt contracted, and with the usual wriggle and sigh she was over, and there were we laying in copulation, with the dead all around us; another living creature might that moment have been begotten, in its turn to eat, drink, fuck, die, be buried and rot. Suddenly she jerked
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