, and locked herself in her bed-room, till I was
tired of waiting.

I had been a month at this fun, and as in Charlotte's case seemed
not getting on at all, my experience was confined to one woman, and
naturally I used to compare everything taking place, with what had taken
place with her. To my inexperienced mind, there was a difference between
the two women which I could not understand: when I first got my hand up
Charlotte's clothes, she was as quick as me, struggled, screeched, and
got my hand away, seemed in dread and astonished. When I got my hand on
Mary's flesh, which I did repeatedly afterwards, she would turn round
quite quietly, remove my hand with force, look at me as if she were
collecting her thoughts, did not seem at all alarmed, but gave me a
lecture. When she kissed me afterwards, it seemed to be upon reflection,
but she did it with force, looked me full in the face, then turned away.
One day she said, "I would not leave a sister of mine here, if she were
young, for five times my wages, but I am old enough to keep you in your
place."

Soon after mother was one day out, I at home, housemaid and Tom in
the garden; it was a clear, bright day, there was a fire in the garden
parlour, the garden window-door was shut, and I bolted it; it was about
half-past three o'clock, the cook was dressing, I burning with lust,
went to my bed-room, opposite then to her door and listened. I heard
the rattle of piddle, excitement got the better of my fears, I knocked.
"It's not locked," she called out, thinking it was the housemaid; I
opened the door, went in and closed it.

She was standing before the glass brushing her hair, with but stays on;
over her chemise, I saw at a glance big white breasts, and big white
legs up to her knees. She turned round, and seeing me, put her hands up
to cover her breasts, stepped backwards till the bedstead stopped
her, and said, "Go out, mister Walter," but I threw my arms round her,
clasping her tightly and kissing her on her breasts before she could
repeat her request, and said, "Oh! do Mary, do let me."

She did not answer, but disengaged herself from my arms. Crafty with
lust and doubtless thinking of former experience, I dropped on my knees,
in an instant had her chemise up, both hands round her great bum, and my
mouth buried in the hair, kissing the outside of her cunt; she sat down
nearly crushing my hands, between her bum and the bedstead, I withdrew
them with a cry of pain.