h my eyesight.
Now off went the bed clothes. "Let's look at your cunt." "I won't till
I've washed." "No now." I pulled one thigh. "No you dirty dog,--it's
not nice." She jumped out of bed, and washed her quim, I my prick, we
pissed, and then she threw herself on the bed, and delivered her body up
to me. When I had had a quarter of an hour's investigation, she amused
herself with looking and pulling my prick about, waiting for our supper.

She was a very fine tall woman, stout and well-built. She said she was
twenty-four, but I believe she was thirty. She looked less stout with
her clothes on than when she was undressed, for I was much surprised to
see how very big she was when naked. She had a very big arm, her thighs
and legs were very big as well. Hannah was right about it, the entire
legs were grand, but had not the exquisite curves of Sarah Mavis'. Her
bum was proportionate to her thighs, her waist was not nearly small
enough, her breasts were very large, and beautifully placed, and
beautifully solid; her face was large and common-place, she had
grey eyes, and lightest auburn hair,--immense in quantity, which was
pleasing, though not handsome; it was not a face which in the streets
would have attracted me. Her teeth were good.

The hair on her cunt, which was thick-lipped and pouting, was also of a
lightish auburn, not by any means a colour to my taste when between the
thighs,--so many women's cunts are furnished with that colour. It was
thick, longish, soft in feel, large in quantity, and spread half-way up
to her navel, and square across her belly to the line of her thighs. I
guessed it a thirty year old cunt from that. She was a lovely fucker,
and though her cunt was a large one inside and out; the prick was well
clipped by it, and kept in when its business was done. There was such
room to lie on her between her thighs, and all seemed so well placed
to hold a man, that I often thought of her in after time when fucking
Sarah, who was the very reverse; who always made me bend my back when
fucking, and from whose quim my prick would always slip, unless we both
made some effort to retain it after I had spent. Sarah rarely did that,
hating the muck. Indeed when Sarah was randy, and wagged her arse as she
did violently, all of a sudden just before she spent, she often threw my
stiff prick out, which set me off damning and cursing till it was up her
again.

The oysters came, and champagne with them, we went to bed aga