g at me as randy as
possible, spite of herself. I should not stay,--she would not go to bed.
"Well my dear Laura, go up to our bed." "I shant." Tired of standing in
the cold she said, "Well will you promise to keep quiet?" "Perfectly."
"Come on," said Mabel, "Fred won't know." So putting out the light into
bed got Laura. Perhaps she thought she would like on the quiet to hear
the amatory talk of Mabel and myself,--hear if she could not see or feel
our tricks,--who knows?

"Turn your back to Mabel,--go to sleep Laura,--now you won't see or
hear." "You know your promise,--don't you let him Mabel." "How can I
help it?" said Mabel in a muddled manner. "You are a couple of dirty
beasts," said Laura turning her rump towards us. We heeded not, for we
were fucking. Laura spoke not another word, she lay as if asleep. Then
I fell fast asleep on the edge of the bed cuddling Mabel. It was close
packing.

I awakened cold on one side, hot on the other next Mabel, who lay
snoring profoundly. The regular breathing of Laura told me she was
asleep. My prick was stiff, and as I thought of the two women by the
side of me, it got ungovernable.

"How I should like a put into Laura," I thought, but had a high sense
of honor, and checked the desire. "What, Fred's woman?--for shame
Walter.--Well (reflecting) he took my two women in the country.--Yes,"
replied my conscience, "but nothing made them yours,--not completely at
least, one had had another man, but Laura is _his_ woman, his temporary
wife, he is fond of her, he keeps her." But my prick kept throbbing with
desire to be up her.

I thought of Fred's description of the thick hair on her cunt, of the
quickness with which she pissed, of all he had foolishly told me of her
perfections, until my brain whirled. "There can't be any harm in just
feeling her flesh,--no one will know." I could only guess where she
was in the darkness; but carefully stretching my hand over Mabel quite
slowly, it touched a bunch of night-gown, and then warm flesh. She
was lying on her back, Mabel had her rump towards her. I raised myself
gently up to feel further, touched the hips, the thighs, then the smooth
belly, further on, and my hand laid in the thick hair of her cunt.

Up to that time I had my reason, could reflect, pause, control myself;
the woman of any friend of mine was safe from attack from me, but I had
had a fancy that there had been once or twice in Laura's look and manner
towards me, a slight gl