in, and sat
in chemise and shirt to eat them, said I, "let's have another fuck naked
again," for the touch of her large fleshy body to mine had entranced
me, and thus we fucked. Another doze. "Ulloh! why it's three o'clock,--I
must be off." "Don't go dear,--stop all night." "I can't,--they will
think I am ill." "So they will me, but I can't go home, I live too far
off,--do stop all night with me, there's a darling," said she.

Instead of a doze we had slept two hours. I at times stopped out all
night, and never without saying I intended to do so, but I was tired and
sleepy. "Oh! don't go." I put on my shirt. "Well let's have another
poke before you go,--the champagne has made me so randy." It had also
operated on me. I looked, there were her breasts naked just peeping
above the bedclothes, one arm out, the hand under her head, the big
white fleshy arm, and the thick sandy brown hair in the armpits. "Come,"
said she uncovering to her knees. Off went my shirt, and jumping into
bed the thighs received me, the voluptuous tongue and round, soft,
wet lips glued themselves on to mine again, and heaving gently we were
already on the way to another spend. My God what work, what prolonged
pleasure!--I forgot Sarah Mavis, and every other woman that night
in the arms of Louisa. In baudy amusement we passed the whole night
together, and I awakened at ten the next morning with the need of going
as fast as I could to shit.

I came back, washed, and we fucked again; then she went as she said to
speak to Hannah, whom I knew was a bed at that time; she went I knew to
empty herself, but I asked no questions. We had ham and coffee in bed,
and more fucking, and about one o'clock we rose and left. My finger must
have smelt of cunt I should think for twenty-four hours afterwards, for
I had scarcely left Louisa's cunt for eighteen hours; if my prick was
not up her my fingers were, when not asleep. Whether spunk was in it
or not was all the same, there was no objecting, she gave way to my
insistance, and we lay at intervals, she feeling my prick, one of
her legs placed over mine, and my hand between her thighs, both of us
kissing, tongue-sucking, and scarcely talking. I barely recollect our
talk at all,--it was one long baudy night; how many times we fucked I
can't say, but it was one of my great exercises. She was tired, and so
was I, yet at the last moment, "Let's try it again," I said: "No, I'm
sore, and in pain," said she. I sometimes thin