ing me to leave
off, but tried by putting her hands down, to dislodge me from her belly,
withdrawing her hands as they touched my prick. The blinds were down, no
one but us in the house, I saw the child's bed, pulled her towards it,
I going backwards. We fell on it together, she more than half on the top
of me; another struggle, and her petticoats were flung up as I rolled
her round on to her back. She tried to pull them down, bringing her
knees half up to meet them; I saw her buttocks beneath and recklessly
pushing with my hand, a finger went half-way up her cunt. Down went her
legs quite straight, the next instant I was on the top of her.

I weighted her down, she lay panting. "Now do Sarah dear, be quiet."
She said not a word, nor looked at me. I pressed my knees, and with
difficulty opened her thighs, and we were belly to belly; with one or
two vigorous shoves, in went my prick without difficulty and spending as
it entered. So did abstinence, desire, and excitement tell on me. It has
often behaved in the same way.

I was now at a time of life when I could do more fucking, and after
long abstinence if I liked a woman, could sometimes do it twice
before withdrawing. The first words she uttered were, "Oh! let me go
downstairs, the dinner will be spoiled." But what did that matter to a
man whose prick was stiff up a cunt! So I waited my second enjoyment;
and if I know anything about the matter, you my dear Sarah, brought your
liquor out to mix with mine.

Scarcely was my prick out of her, before the street bell rang;
downstairs she ran, I went upstairs. I recollect how wet my hair and
my balls were as I ran, wrapping them up. It was her sister. Directly
afterwards home came mother. Dinner was served, what a row there was,
the meat was not done, the vegetables smashed. "It is disgraceful,"
said mother, "has she been upstairs Walter?" How queer I felt at that
question, and wonder my confusion was not noticed. I said I did not
know. "I will be bound she has," said mother, "and been trying on her
finery before going out to-night, Sundays and dress are the ruin of
servants now-a-days." "I have been out," said I to mother. "You would
have done yourself more good had you been to church," said she.

After dinner mother went up to her bed-room as was her custom, to doze
on the small bed; the next minute her bell rang violently. "Send up
Sarah," said she angrily to Susan, and up she went, I went into the hall
listening in a f