ter zest and enjoyment.

Then luck ceased, the house was never left, and all I could get was a
stray kiss, and a slight feel of her quim. But oh! the delight of
that rapid feel round the warm, smooth bum and thighs, and the push up
between the warm, moist cunt-lips when I got it.

Then came her holiday. We went to a baudy house in E.. t. r street.
She had a large paper parcel in her hand when I met her. "What's that?"
"Cherries,--I know you are fond of them, so bought some."

What a jolly afternoon we spent. Although I had had her many times, she
had not willingly let me see her person, I had had glimpses, and no more
now. In a trice she had stripped to her chemise, I to my shirt. What
lovely breasts, what splendid limbs, what thighs and arse-globes. In an
instant I was on the bed with her. After a fuck we fell fast asleep,
she had done so similarly at my house on the sofa, and on the floor. She
always did after a spend. I never met such a woman in that respect. As
regularly as she copulated she went to sleep after, and said she could
not help it. When awakened she asked for cherries, and we lay and
dallied, and ate cherries at intervals. There was now no reticence, all
her charms were open to my sight and touch. "Why did you not let me
at home Mary?" "My linen warnt clean," I remember that well. "How many
times did we fuck that first day." "Don't you know? I've been trying to
recollect, and can't," she replied laughing.

She was a lovely woman, had firm, smooth, creamy flesh, was as plump as
a sucking-pig, a fat cunt of my favorite style then, and the loveliest
coloured hair on it I ever saw; but it was ample, both inside and
outside, I had experience enough to know that even then, though its grip
of the prick was heavenly. Her form and figure was if anything, what may
be called thick, the ankles and wrists were thick, but neither feet or
hands were large, her breasts and bum were faultless. Take her all in
all she was a superb creature, and had such a complexion!

I sent for wine and biscuits, for we got thirsty and hungry, and then
amidst amorous dalliance we chatted. She astonished me not a little
about her career. I was always curious with a woman whom I had poked,
and till I had heard something about her was not satisfied. Whether lies
or truth I always got a history of some sort out of a woman of Mary's
class, and usually got the main facts truly. I have tested them. But not
so with gay women, they mostly lie