s heavy footstep was heard. "That's my upstairs
lodger," said she when she noticed my listening.

"You are really not gay?" said I. Then she repeated what she had said
before, and sat on the side of the bed by me. "You have big breasts," I
remarked. "Yes I was a fine woman, every one said before I married." It
is impossible to be near a woman without wishing to ascertain her hidden
charms. In the hurried embrace with her I had thought of nothing but
cunt. At that time of my life, to see a woman, to long for her, to make
my bargain, and to fuck her, was often an affair of not much more than
ten minutes; it was only after the fuck that I looked well at the female
I had pieced.

"Let me feel them," I said. She hesitated, but I undid the dress, and
felt two breasts large and white, and pulled one out. "My nipple is
spoilt with suckling," said she, "I've not yet done giving milk." "Let's
have you again." "Yes,"--and she got on to the bed. "Let me see your
cunt." "Oh! no,--don't,--I won't." My suspicion came back; with my prick
out I still hesitated. "I've not washed myself since you did me," said
she. "Well wash your cunt." She took my basin, and washed herself. Then
I had a look at her cunt, and again fucked her. Lord how she enjoyed it,
and so did I, that big coarse woman; but she would not let me look long
at her belly, perhaps marked through child-birth. She had thickish,
lightish brown hair on her quim; it was a cock-squeezer too, and how wet
it got in our copulation. I remarked it to her. She said, "I'm wet, and
no mistake."

I lay on her afterwards, my prick dangling against her cunt, and talked.
Her husband was an artizan away on a job, she kept the house, and let
lodgings; her husband was half his time away. "You've seen the girl who
was in this room,--I recollect you,--I've seen you in the street more
than once,--You've been with the woman opposite. I didn't mean anything
till you spoke and stopped, but I'd been dying for it, been wishing
almost I were gay; the gal opposite had just gone in with a man, and I
was wondering what my husband was doing, and just then you stopped and
looked, and I thought I'd let you. Do it again," said she slipping her
hand between our bellies, and grasping my bal-locks. And I did it again,
as soon as I could.

"I've never had another man but you and my own man I'll swear,--ask in
the street, they will all say I'm respectable,--but don't tell on me. I
frig myself almost every day, i