From two in the afternoon till ten at night was I feeling her quim,
kissing, and fucking. We were both exhausted. I got into bed intending
to say I had come home ill, took a pill to open my bowels, and begged in
a pot that night to keep up the sham (there was no closet in the house).
As the street-door bell rang I was in my night-shirt, standing by
her side, trying to frig my prick up to standpoint. In bed I jumped,
downstairs bolted she. In ten minutes it was, "Don't make that noise,
I have a billious headache." I never closed my eyes that night, could
scarcely believe what had occurred, and tossed and tumbled, thinking
of the pleasure I had had. Though we had been nearly eight hours doing
nothing else, it seemed not an hour. How often I fucked her I don't
know, it seemed as if I was at least half of the eight hours up her
cunt, which is absurd; but it was one of my greatest feats in the
fucking line, the longest and most pleasureable.

Next morning, haggard, jaded, worn out, the billious attack got the
credit of it, I laid abed all the morning, and went out late. When at
business I fell asleep, unable to work, came home at about the same time
as on the previous day with no idea of chance favouring me, but it did.
Mary was alone, and we fucked as hard as we could. She laid the cloth
and dinner-things my sperm dripping from her cunt. I had just spent up
her as the street-door bell rang, buttoned up my trowsers, turned on my
side on the sofa, and shammed sleep. "Is your Master home?" "Yes Mamm,
he seems quite ill." "Where is he?" "On the sofa, fast asleep I think
Mamm." Again the billious attack had all the credit of it. I had pulled
down the blinds which covered the window through which the room could be
partly seen from the landing outside. Five minutes after I was sitting
at dinner with the smell of Mary's cunt on my fingers, my prick sticking
to my shirt, for I had never washed it, nor piddled since it had left
Mary's body.

Luck helped me for a day or two. The illness of a relative took the
other person interested in this out of the house at unusual times, and
Mary and I did all we could in an hour or two. It was more exciting now
than ever to see a woman bolt downstairs directly she had been fucked,
to cook potatoes, or to eject me from her cunt, and leave the fuck
undone, because there was a ring at the bell. It was old times come
again, but with greater risk, more serious consequences if found out,
yet with grea