ck had touched your cunt.

"Call the waiter Esther," said Matilda angrily. I had gone too far, so
I desisted, begged pardon, promised never to do it again, to give them
both new bonnets, and I dare say anything else, and they sat down, but
for a long time sulking, and almost silent.

But my humility and regrets overcame them, there was more chatting, more
laughing, more champagne. I got smutty again and now, they laughed at
it. "What nice legs, and what beautiful white linen you have Matilda."
"Mine is as white," said Esther. "Your legs are not as plump." "Yes they
are." I pinched their arms, then their legs, we all kissed, they were
both as randy as the devil, and incited me to smutty talk, though
affecting not to understand me. Then the champagne overcame us all.

"You want to piddle?" "Ooh!--oh! no." "Really? then you want to see
if your bonnets are all right, that's all,--I want to piddle though."
Saying that I went into the bed-room, pissed, and came back, taking the
key out of the door. Laughing the girls then went into the bed-room, and
closed the door. They were very noisy, and groggy, the eldest worse than
the other.

I listened at the door. "Lock the door Ess." "There's no key." "Stand
there, and hold it,--I'm bursting." "Don't he go on!--make haste, or
I'll pee myself." I pushed open the door suddenly, one was pushing her
clothes against her quim to dry it, the other on the pot, she let a loud
fart just as I opened the door. "Oh!" said she rising with difficulty.
"I'll wait till the music is over," said I going out,--but I returned
the next minute, and pulled out my prick again. "I'll fuck you both,"
said I, and tried to put my hands up their clothes; when I got one the
other pulled me off, then I turned to her, and so on. We upset chairs,
we shreiked with laughter, it was Bedlam broke loose. I caught Matilda,
and threw her on her back on the bed. "Leave off now,--pull him away
Essie,--you're a going on too far,--oh! don't tickle,--oh! I can't bear
tickling." But I kept on.

The tickling made her screech. I threw up her clothes, for she was still
on her back on the bed, I didn't see her cunt, for I was between her
legs, and bent over her, lifted her legs, and pressed hard down on
her belly, her clothes on it which met mine, I gave a shove, having no
thought of doing anything but lewd mimickry of the act of copulation,
whilst Esther was tugging at my coat. Matilda shrieked, for my prick
went up her cunt,