re, she wanted me to go there often. I had seen one or two other
women I lusted for, but above all wanted to go to France with Fred who
had returned from India; so her being in the family way bothered me. I
got it into my head, that it was a plant, and took her to my friend the
doctor who said it was a fact.

Camille asked me to meet her in G.. d. n Sq.. e, for convenience I took
her to the baudy house; she had got mighty particular, made me go in
first, and came in afterwards with her veil down,--she always now wore
a veil. She again asked me what I was going to do. She had got the girl,
and was sorry for it, at length she said, "I am going to be married, go
into business, and will take her with me, if you will help, or I will
get her home again to France, if you will give her money." I agreed to
think of it.

We sat on a sofa. As I looked at her I began to feel a desire for her.
"Let us have a kiss," said I, "for old acquaintance sake." "No," said
she, "I am going to be married, am perhaps watched, am frightened of
being here. I expect my friend back from abroad daily, he may have come
back now. Madame Boileau knows him, I must be careful."

But how can a woman resist a man who has had her often, who knows every
crack and cranny of her body, has looked at her motte long enough to
count every hair on it, a few rubs on her clitoris, and back she fell
on the sofa. We were both dressed, but plunging up her, and grasping
her ample rump, I was soon enjoying her; when thinking of Louise, and
I suppose comparing her mentally, I said in the height of my pleasure,
"Oh! I like fucking you better than your sister after all," or something
to that effect.

"What?" said she with a start as her cunt clipped, and jerked my prick
out. Cursing, and damning at my interruption I drove it up again, and
consummated.

"What did you say about being like my sister?" said she as I still
lay with my doodle up her, "what sister?" I replied she looked so like
Louise, that she must be her sister. "But she is not, although she is
like me." Then the matter dropped, and she slopped her cunt clean. I
used to like a woman whom I knew not to wash it, when I was going to
fuck her again, Camille had humored me in this, and as my lust came on
for my second poke, used to bring my amatory pastime by looking at the
cunt with my pleasure signs on it. So Camille washing astonished me. "I
am going to be married, and must," said she.

We had more fucking be