those are so intent on displaying their charms to the best advantage, to
get a male erection and its crisis, as soon as possible, make much too
evident what they do it for.

Jenny's sister gave me one of those natural displays. Had the lady been
drilled in the art of unfolding her charms for the excitement of a male,
and driving him into erotic fury, she could not have more effectually
done so. Of the many displays of female charms (of modest females)
I have seen, I never had one so gradual, natural, voluptuous, and
cock-stiffening, as she unconsciously gave me.

I called on Jenny one Saturday afternoon, she had said I had better go
quite early, but I did not. It was another sultry day, thunder had been
heard, the atmosphere was heavy, but no rain had fallen; and the sun was
bright and blazing hot. Said Jenny, "I'm frightened to let you stop, my
sister is going to leave off work early, and she will be here about five
o'clock,--don't come in." I would. "We shan't be half-an-hour,--it's
not half-past three." A kiss, and a twiddle on her cunt settled the
matter, and we went to her bed-room. She was on the bed, I between her
thighs, ready to drop into her, indeed I'm not sure that my prick had
not touched her cunt, when a knock and a ring came at the street-door.

To fully understand what follows it should be known that the old lady
my friend, for fear that the rooms should be used; had locked up all the
rooms but the parlours and a little closet overlooking the street, and
the servants' bed-room, and had taken away the keys. I did not know that
then, I knew it that day.

"Oh! my God it's my sister,--what shall I do?--I shall be ruined." Pale
as death, I thought she was going to faint again.

"Don't be nervous, I'll go and hide in the room below, and when she is
downstairs or up here, go out quietly, and leave the street-door ajar."
"Oh! all the rooms are locked up." "I'll go into the parlours then,
--you get her downstairs." "Oh! she always goes into the parlour first,
and sits down a minute, and talks." There was no time for us to talk,
more, for the woman knocked again. "Fetch my hat and stick (it was in
the parlour),--you get her into the kitchen, then I'll slip out leaving
the street-door ajar." Down we both went, three stairs at a time, up
I went again with hat and umbrella, and had only got to the top when
I heard poor trembling Jenny opening the street-door. I leant over the
banisters, and listened.

"I've kn