o did something else, for out popped a pretty loud, short,
sharp fart.
"You beast," said Jenny. "I beg your pardon," said the sister, "I'm
always windy when I have eaten hash, and drank beer,--I could not help
it." "It's dirty," growled Jenny. "You're far enough off, and it's
better out than in,"--and ceasing to chuckle, and as if half ashamed of
herself she went on corn-cutting without speaking, but that did not suit
Jenny who soon began a conversation, and shuffling about. She made no
further allusion to the fart.
When she had finished it only seemed as if I had been looking at her
there for a few seconds, but on that side of the bed she must have given
me ten minutes of that lascivious gratification. I was so engrossed,
so delighted that even the fart did not amuse me; it annoyed me; for
it made her alter her position, and withdraw from my lustful gaze, that
charm which perhaps no one but her husband had ever gazed upon so long
and so earnestly.
Then she went back again to the other side of the bed, put on stockings
and slippers, and getting up, "Where is the pot" said she, "is it this
side or the other?" and began feeling under the valance within a few
inches of me, but it was not there. Evidently it was usually there,
indeed I know it was, but Jenny and I both pissed before we began to
think of fucking, and I had put the pot under the washing-stand.
"Not there," shrieked Jenny rushing to the pot. The sister turned
round and saw it, I peeped just in time to see her thighs open as she
squatted, then came a heavy thump on the bed. The sister said, "What's
the matter?---don't give way,--don't be a fool now." Then without
pissing she got up, and came to the bedside. Poor Jenny excited beyond
bearing by anxiety, had fainted on seeing her sister on the point of
discovering me in searching for the pot.
She shook Jenny, threw water on her face, and Jenny soon recovered.
"What on earth's the matter?--you give way, you do,--a woman need not
faint like that, I'm sure," said she angrily, "you scared me dreadful."
Jenny said nothing, but repeated that she wanted her tea, that thundery
weather always made her feel sick and faint.
"Well we will go down at once,--I did not think you were ill." "You
might have seen I was." "I did not, but I'll be ready in a minute."
Again she squatted on the pot, thighs wide open, belly towards me,
pissed like a water-spout, and let one or two little farts of which no
notice was taken,
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