and
pushed me,--I pushed her. She tilted on one side, her bum caught the
edge of the basin, and upset the water.

"Damn you," said she,--then she laughed and got up. I pushed her against
the side of the bed, and again got my fingers on the cunt,--slippery
enough it was. "You're one of those beasts, are you?" said she.

"I've never felt your cunt properly, and I will." "Well let me wash it,
and you shall." She did so, I felt it, and then begged for another fuck.

"You are not in a hurry." "Yes I am." "You said you would give me an
hour and a half." "Yes, but you have done me, and what is the good
of keeping me?" "I mean to do it again." "Double journey double pay."
"Nonsense,--you so excited me, that I've never had a proper poke yet."
"Well that is no fault of mine." She laughed, and turned questioner. "Do
you often have the women from Regent Street?" "Yes." "Do you know many?"
"Yes, I vary so." "Ah! you are fond of change,--I thought so,"--and she
got talkative after that. I had thought her almost a dummy.

Meanwhile I was gloating over her charms, her beautiful arms, the lovely
breasts I now played with, the lovely limbs I saw, for she had sat down
in the most enticing position with the ankle of one foot resting on
the knee of the other leg. I wanted to pull the clothes higher up the
thighs, she resisted, but I saw the beautiful ankles, the tiny boots
and feet, the creamy flesh of the thigh just above the garter, thighs
thickening, folding over, squeezing together, and hiding her cunt from
view when I tried to look up.

I had hid my prick, the fear had come over me of her thinking it small,
and that prevented it standing again. An hour ran away. "I'm going,"
said she rising. My prick stood at the instant. "Let me." "Make haste
then." As she stood up I put my hand up her petticoats. She put her hand
down, and gave my prick a hard squeeze. I hollowed,--she laughed.

"I've a good mind not to let you,--you've been so long,--but you may do
it." She got on to the bedside. "Oh! for God's sake don't move,--that
attitude is exquisite." One leg was well on the bed, the petticoats were
squeezed up, and the leg on the ground from the boot-heel to about four
inches above her garter was visible. She was half turning round, her
lovely breasts, or rather one of them showed half-front, and with
her head looking round at me as she was moving, it altogether made a
ravishingly luscious picture. I put my hands up from behind between