the large glossy buttocks and pulled them to him
at each home thrust. This lasted nearly five minutes, when all at once
Mr. B. stopped short, and then followed one or two convulsive
shoves--he grinning in a very absurd way at her. He remained quiet for
a few minutes, and the drew out his cock, all soft, with slimy drops
falling from it onto the carpet. Taking a towel, he wiped up the
carpet, and wrapping it round his cock, went to the basin and washed it.

Mrs. Benson lay for a few minutes longer all exposed, her quim more
open than before, and I could see a white slime oozing from it.

You can hardly imagine the wild excitement this scene occasioned me.
First, the grand mystery was at once explained to me, and my ignorant
longings now knew to what they tended. After giving me plenty of time
to realise all the beauties of her private parts, she slipped down on
the floor, adjusted her petticoats, and smoothed the disordered
counterpane, and then went to the glass to arrange her hair. This done,
she quietly unlocked the door, and Mr. Benson went out. The door was
then relocked, and Mrs. B. went to the basin, emptied and filled it,
then raised up her petticoats, and bathed the parts between her legs
with a sponge, and then rubbed all dry with a towel; all this time
exposing everything to my ardent gaze. But, horror of horrors! she
after this came straight to the closet and gave a slight scream on
discovering me there. I blushed up to the ears, and tried to stammer
out an excuse. She stared at me at first in silent amasement; but at
last said--

"How came you here, sir, tell me?"

"I was here when you came up; I wanted my football, which was in this
closet, and when I heard you coming, I hid myself, I don't know why."

For some minutes she seemed to consider and examine me attentively. She
then said--

"Can you be discreet?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am."

"You will never tell any one what you have seen?"

"No ma'am."

"Well, keep this promise, and I shall try what I can do to reward you.
Now, go downstairs."

I went to the school-room, but I was greatly agitated, I scarcely knew
what I was doing. The scene I had witnessed had complete possession of
my thoughts. In years but a boy, the mystery now practically explained
to me had awakened all the passions of a man. Instead of studying my
lessons, my thoughts wandered to Mrs. B., thrown back on the bed with
her fine legs and thighs fully exposed; above all, the sight of th