rude
again." A kiss and a promise. She was one of the simplest and most open
girls I have ever met with, and once a half-feeling of remorse came over
me about my intentions, whilst she was talking on quite innocently about
her future; but my randy prick soon stopped that.

"What nonsense dear, your young man won't know that I have felt your
thighs, and you my thing, nor any one else what we do,--I have
thought of nothing else since I touched you,--kiss;--now let me do it
again,--just feel it,--only where my hand's been before,--I swear I
won't put my hand up higher, just above your garters,--have you got
those garters on?" "No." "Oh! you have." "Well I have." "Let me just
see." "I shan't." "I'll give you a sovereign to let me." "Shan't."
I pulled out the sovereign, put it on the table and spite of her
resistance pulled up her clothes just high enough to see one garter;
then clutching her round the waist I pushed my hands up, and touched a
well-developed clitoris. She struggled, but I kept my hand there, kissed
her rapturously, and frigged her; her cap fell off in her struggle. "Oh
I--can't--bear--it--now--sir;--I don't--oh!--like it,--oh!" Then with a
violent effort she got my hand away, but I held her fast to me.

"What a lovely smell your cunt has," said I putting the fingers just
withdrawn from her thighs up to my nose. I had always noticed that
nothing helps to make a woman more randy than that action; it seems
to overwhelm them with modest confusion; I have always done that
instinctively to a woman whom I was trying.

"Oh! what a man,--oh! let me pick up my cap." Just then I noticed her
hair was short, and remarked it. She was annoyed, her vanity hurt,
turned her thoughts entirely. "Yes," she said, "I had a fever two years
ago,---but it's growing again." "Well it has grown enough on your cunt
dear,--did it fall off there?" "Oh! what a man!--oh! now what a shame!"
My hand was on her thighs again, and I managed another minute's frig,
and kept her close to me.

The heat had become excessive. What with struggling, and the excitement,
sweat was on both our faces. Her thighs by her crack were as wet as if
she had pissed them, her backside began to wriggle with pleasure, which
I knew I was giving her; but again with a violent effort she freed
herself from me, and as I put my hand to my nose she violently pulled it
away. The sherry was upsetting her wisdom.

"There is the sovereign," said I as she stood looking at me