s weather," she replied. She
scratched her motte-hair, and felt her arse, and seemed so pleased with
herself. Then she looked under each of her armpits. "Oh! Lord how hot I
am,--where is a towel?" She took one, and began gently rubbing herself
with it under her armpits, put it down, and again scratched the hair of
her motte.

"I'm surprised at you," said Jenny walking about, and I'm sure trying
to prevent me from seeing her sister, though she always declared to me
afterwards that she had no such intention. "Cover yourself, you'll catch
cold." "Catch cold?--nonsense,--and you have the window shut also,--what
do you shut it for?" "Oh! I can't bear it open in thundering weather."
The fact was we always shut it when we went to the bed to exclude noise,
and left the door open, to hear if any one knocked at the street-door.
"Put something on you at all events," said Jenny, "it's not decent."
"Decent?--you _are_ modest all of a sudden."

"It's delicious!" She walked round the bed to the window, opened it,
came back naked as she was, and went on working at her dress; and so for
a quarter of an hour did I see this handsomely-made woman naked, first
her side, then her belly, then her bum came in view, till I was driven
mad by the state of my penis which was throbbing with excitement, and
urging me to frig it.

"Well that will do," she said as she finished, "the creases will never
be noticed where they are,"--and she walked backwards to the bed, the
short distance she was from it, and sat down at the edge just where the
valance had dropped. With care I pulled the valance, and the seam opened
more, but not much. I raised myself on my elbow, my eyes to the opening.
There were the thighs and legs stretching out to the floor, her bum
was at the mere edge of the bed, her cunt but about six inches above my
nose. I had a wonderfully keen scent for the aroma of a woman, and swear
I smelt her cunt distinctly, though I could not see it. She sat there
for full five minutes, talking to Jenny about the dress, whilst I kept
sniffing up the aroma from her flesh and her love-orifice, and feeling
my quivering prick, whilst my greedy eyes gloated on the fat thighs, so
far as I could see them.

At length she turned round. "I'll put my slippers on,"--and sitting down
opposite the bed on the chair on which she had placed her petticoats,
she put one leg up, and began unlacing the boot, then between and under
the thighs I saw the dark hairy notch. S