ng and tightening to pour out it's amatory
juices, her backside's movements became quick and fierce.
"Oh! it's big," she gasped whilst I was still sensible,
"oh!--I'm--com--coming,"--and gluing her mouth to mine she spent
copiously ere I'd well nigh began to feel the full urging of lust.
The constriction of her cunt, the delight of feeling her pleasure
increased my stiffness. "Let me wash,--do." "You won't come on the bed
again." "Yes I will, but let me wash." I clutched her like a vise. "NO
I'm coming,--you'll spend again." My prick stiffer and stiffer drove
with fury up against her womb. "Oh! don't push so hard." "Fuck my
darling,--there,--the tip's only in,--it's in your spunk, and mine
together." "Oh! you hurt." On I drove. Her backside's play began, her
lips were glued to mine, our tongues played against each other, and we
spent together with ejaculations. "Oh!--don't,--you hurt,--oh! oh!--I'm
coming." Then we lay palpitating, my prick throbbing and soaking, her
cunt squeezing and sucking.
"Let me get up,--let me wash,--pray do." I laid on her heavy, nestled my
balls up to her arse, held her as long as I could; but uncunting me she
got off the bed, and washed her cunt. I still lay playing with my prick.
"You'll have a child this day nine months my dear." "Oh! my God don't
say so,--but I believe I shall." "You are all right, I don't get them
you know." "Have you never had any children!" "None at home." "Oh!
that's nothing,--have you any out, for you are a gay man?"
I got up to piss, and saw my thick sperm in the basin. "You've washed it
all out my dear,--you are safe." She shook her head. "This is a
strange business," she remarked, "I scarce know where I am,--what I'm
about,--it's impossible,"--and she stood staring at me playing with my
cock. Then she went to the drawer and looked at the money, as if she
doubted its being there. "It's a fact," she said locking it up again,
"are you not going down?" "No." "I wish you would,--I want to be by
myself." "You want to piddle." "You are a strange man," and taking the
pot she pissed. "You'd better empty all," said I, "if your sister Jenny
comes back and sees it, she will think your husband's been doing it
to you." "She won't think or know anything if she does see," said Mrs.
------"Well I declare I'm a talking to you just like my husband,--I
don't seem to know whether I am on my head or my heels."
"Church must be over,--Jenny has not come back." "She won't be back ti
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