e minutes I could talk her into a lewd state. Others
have given me similar compliments. I was not specially conscious of that
power that I recollect, but instinctively used it when I had got over
fits of modesty, which sometimes prevented my uttering even veiled
allusions for a time.

Mrs. ------ like Jenny was easily flattered. What lovely limbs she had
I said; had she much hair on her cunt? my excitement had prevented me
feeling or seeing it. "Come and let me feel,--let me look." She colored
and blushed, and at every lascivious remark, "Oh! I never,--no I never
did,--oh!" Then she again went to the drawer where the money was,
looked in it as if to make sure it was there, and locked the drawer now.
"Mine's bigger than your husband's, isn't it?" "Well if I ever heard
such remarks." "You said it was big when it was up you." "Oh! you
story." "You did my dear, you said when you were just coming, 'Oh! it's
big.'" "I didn't." "_Yes you did_, you know you did,--look how stiff it
is now,--come." "I won't."

I moved off the bed, caught her, and pushed her against the side of the
bed. "Let's see your cunt." "You shan't." "How foolish,--I've fucked it
twice,--let me feel it, and you feel my cock,--let me look at it,--I'm
sure it's lovely." She got on to the bed after a little resistance, took
my pego in her fist, and I got my fingers in her crack. "A delicious
fuck you are,"--then she let me pull up her clothes and look. "My
God what a lovely cunt,--how deliciously you join your wet lips to
mine,--how you move,--I shall never forget it to the last moment of
my life,--oh! let me." "I musn't,--I would, but I'm frightened." "How
foolish,--it's not an hour since my prick was in you,--what is the harm
of doing it another time?" "Will you go then?" "Yes." Gently Mrs.------
opened her thighs. Our backsides were soon at the short wriggles. "It's
big, isn't it?" "Oh! don't," said she, "I shall spend." My remark,
tallying perhaps with something which was passing in her own mind
fetched her, and me with her instantly.

When it was over I would not go. "No I'll do it again." "That's
nonsense," said she, "you know you can't, even if you try, and you're
only making me anxious." We laid side by side talking, for she liked
the subject. I had a most buttock-stirring letch on me, and to her
astonishment in about an hour I produced another stiff one. One
persuasion is very much like another with the same woman; each time I
had less difficulty, f