the other woman who was standing at the
corner, and telling her to look out for the police, came back to me,
and again placing her back up against the wall, I fucked her. "Wasn't it
nice!" said she dropping her petticoats. And then we stood and talked.

"Stand a drink", said she, "you've got some silver." I did not mind, and
was curious to see her. She called her friend, and all three went to a
public-house, the lady with all my emission in her cunt. I found she was
a full-grown woman of about thirty with dark hair, dark eyes, and with
a bold expression in them. We had mulled port-wine, then something else,
and stood drinking till all my money was gone. Her companion left us
saying she had not gained a farthing that night, and must do so.

My woman then got pleasanter, and wanted more liquor, my money was gone,
but I had a pencil-case, and asked the bar-man if he would lend me a few
shillings on it. He did, and I then spent more on liquor, then we went
out together again into the cold street; she pissed, saying the cold and
the liquor had made her leaky. "I wish you would let me again", said I.
Well she would, and up against a wall again we fucked heartily. With my
spunk in her we walked together into the Strand. She said she would like
to see me again, but I never did. Whilst fucking her the second time she
shoved her tongue almost down my throat, and breathed so hard. I never
fucked a woman in the street who did so, either before or since. A few
nights after I got my pencil-case back from the beer-man.

One night a nice, strong-built woman about thirty years of age
seemingly, took my five shillings, and went to a house with me. She was
dressed in black silk, neat but shabby. She sat down on a chair, and
pulling up her clothes rearranged both her garters, showing what I
expected, and what I had engaged her for; a pair of fat legs. Then down
went her clothes. I began feeling her, she pushed her bum back on
the chair, but her thighs and the hairy ornaments I could feel. I
was awfully randy, my prick was raging. "Let's feel _you_", said she.
Willingly I let her grasp it, then she moved her arse forward, and I had
the pleasure of just feeling a moist clitoris from which I was diverted
by a painful squeeze she gave my prick. She was squeezing no doubt to
see if I had any ailment. The effect of the squeeze, which made me call
out, was to make me mad with randiness. "Take off your things, and let
me do it." "Where is the fi