put my cock into my trowsers, then kissed her again, resistance was not
so strong. "Now sir don't." "Sit down my darling,"--and getting her to
the sofa we went on talking. "How foolish,--who would know,--why not
delight me,--why not take the money." "No." "Do now." "No." "Won't you?"
"Of course not,--no,--no." "Well kiss me." "There then." "Do let me
dear." "I won't,--I won't,--I shan't,--there."
Just then I noticed one of her garters was hanging down by her foot.
"Your garter's undone," said I. I stooped forwards, and took it up.
"Give it me." I kissed it. "No,--it's been so near where I want to go,
--I shall keep it till I've been there." "You will keep it a long time
then."
She drank more ale, it was sweet and strong, and I went on talking.
Thought I, "She must want it if she has not seen her husband for a
week." Where did she garter.--below or above knee? "Let me feel?" I felt
outside, then pinched the leg, then higher up. She began looking me full
in the face, and laughing at my smutty insinuations. I pulled her back
on the sofa, kissed her, and let her rise up again. I repeated the pull
and the kiss more than once, and then as she was rising up and saying,
"Now don't pull me about like that," I put her hand on my prick which
I had slipped out again. "Oh!"--and she let it go. Quick as lightning
I slipped a hand up her clothes to her cunt. "Let me now,--there's a
darling." "I shan't." "Do." "I shan't." She repulsed my hand, but did
not get away from me. I thought from the way she looked at me, and the
quiet manner in which she pushed away my hand, that she was hot with
lust, and could scarcely refuse me. I pulled her to me, and got my
finger on her clitoris. "Do let me feel your cunt, and fuck,--put my
prick in there,--let us,--do darling," said I twiddling like mad, and
rattling out a volume of baudiness.
She bore it all for a minute quietly, wriggling and saying, "I
shan't,--I won't,--no, now take your hand away." Then with a sudden
impulse she pushed me off, got up, and sat down further from me on the
sofa. "Oh! now be quiet,--let me think a minute,--I don't know whether
I'm on my heels or my head." She picked up something which had fallen at
her feet, as she had doubled herself down when my finger was stimulating
her randiness.
Then catching her by her waist I pulled her back on to the sofa, and
threw myself on her. "You shan't" were the last words I recollect her
uttering; as I threw up her clothes and
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