of her, she laughing and saying I must take
my time another day, emptied the basin, and turning round asked if she
should wash me. Years had elapsed I think since a woman had done so to
me, then it was by a French woman. The offer comes to me now as having
been an unusual one. Delighted I let her. Delicately handling my doodle
she soaped and washed it, making complimentary remarks about it as she
did so.

The operation excited me, I stiffened. "Oh! I do so want you again,--let
me." "No its late,--if I don't make money before twelve I never do
afterwards,--see me another night,--besides you can't do it again yet."
"Let me feel you then only for a minute." She approached me, one hand I
put to her cunt, the other thrusting between her fat bum-cheeks met the
tip of the fingers on the other hand. "My prick's standing so." "It's
not." "Feel it." She put her hand down and felt, I stiff to the utmost
kept asking her to let me again. "Well get on the bed then", said she
after feeling me quietly for a minute,--"see the candle has burnt down,
it won't last long." By the time she had said this she was lying down
with her clothes up above her navel.

We were fucking with intensity, the candle went out, I felt her kisses.
"Oh! what a lovely cunt you have." "You've a nice prick,--who taught
you to poke so nicely?" Our tongues met,--silence, sighs, short shoves,
spunk,--and all was over. "Let me wash your cunt." "Very well." "You
wash my prick." "Yes." The mutual washing over we separated, I promising
to see her again. We had washed by the fire-light alone.

Next night at the same time we fucked again. I stripped her, and was
enamoured of her body if not of herself. She made no sign of wanting
to leave me, but rather wanted to keep me. I had not since I lost Mary
tasted a woman's mouth, with this woman I was delighted in doing so,
though with the ordinary gay women I could not bear their tongues.
Whilst we were fucking they knocked at the door saying they wanted the
room. Bessie swore, "Damn her", said she, "for interrupting us,--and
the money I have brought her." This increased my pleasure, and Bessie
participated in it. After fucking her twice we sat by the fire and
talked, she warming her bum, her petticoats up to her knees, my hand on
her quim, and airing my balls. "If you want me another night, and can't
see me, ask the woman about,--ask for Brighton Bessie,--there are two
Bessies, so mind,--Brighton Bessie", said she as we par