land to play with more caution and thought, and she won three
games in succession, making her the final winner. Mamma now said I must
go to bed, as it was very late for me. She still treated me as a child.
I, however, had gained my object in obtaining nearly two hours' delay
in going to bed, so that I had not long to wait before I heard Miss
Frankland enter her room. I determined to let her finish her toilet
before I called her attention to me. I watched through my peep-hole,
and could now calmly and leisurely see all the beauties of her
well-developed form, and the rich wealth of hair she possessed. She
went through all her ablutions as usual. I observed she also used a
syringe to thoroughly purify the inside of her glorious cunt. When she
had dried herself, and was about to pull on her chemise, I rapped on
the door of communication, and in a loud whisper called her attention
to me.

"Are you there, Charlie?"

"Yes, pray unlock the door and open it, that I may come to you."

She actually had not yet discovered that the door, locked and bolted on
her side, communicated with my bedroom, but her delight at the
discovery was greater than her surprise. I flew into her arms, and was
hugged to her bosom, and covered with kisses. But as my prick was in a
bursting state of erection, I drew her to the bed, upon which we both
threw ourselves, she on her back, and I above, and in an instant I was
engulphed up to the cods in her glorious and glowing cunt, and we ran
an eager course of rapturous thrustings, until nature could stand no
more, and we sank in all the delights of a most delicious mutual spend.
I lay soaking in bliss for some time, and after fondling each other,
Miss Frankland said--,

"Get up, dear Charlie, and let us get into bed."

For we had been in too great haste to do otherwise than tumble on the
top to it. My charming bed-fellow also rose for a necessary purpose,
which I had interrupted when I knocked at the door. She sat down on the
_pot de chambre_, and a mighty rush of water followed. I cried--

"Oh, do let me see you piddle from your beautiful fanny."

I still kept up my character of innocence, and used none but infantine
words in reference to our organs of generation.

She laughed, but pulled up her shift, and raised her thighs above the
pot, so advancing the light, I had the delicious sight of her
wide-stretched cunt, pouring out a stream of piddle with great force.
Her position brought out all the