followed by the sweetest toyings and prattlings, until again my
delighted prick, stimulated by the internal pressures of the luxurious
sheath in which it had remained engulphed, again awoke her
scarce-slumbering passions to dash on pleasure's heavenly course. Again
she spent before me with, if anything, increased rapture, and, after a
pause, renewing her lascivious movements in response to my own, we sank
in a perfect death-like swoon of thoroughly satiated lust, and
gradually and imperceptibly fell into the deepest slumber for many
hours, locked as we were in each other's arms. Her wonderfully
retentive power of cunt held my happy prick a willing prisoner through
our long sleep. I awoke first, to find it standing stiff within the
charmed circle which even in her sleep was deliciously grasping it with
its nervous folds. I passed my hand down to her clitoris, and began
fucking her. She heaved her bottom up and down, and murmured some
incoherent words, being evidently still under the influence of sleep,
and probably dreaming of some former events, for in her half expressed
murmurings, I could make out something--

"Henry--my only--ever loved one--meet again--oh! how ineffable--how
exquisitely delicious. Do push it in--more faster--beloved of my soul."

She clasped me with a hug, as if she would make but one body of us
both, and spent with a scream of agonized delight, pouring down and
spurting out a perfect torrent of boiling spunk all over my cods and
thighs.

"Dearest, beloved Henry, it is too much," she uttered, and fainted away.

I lay quite still, and determined not to speak until she should come to
herself. It was evident her dreams had brought back some former loved
and happy man and no doubt the fact of my being in possession, in full
fuck, had made her believe in the reality of her sleeping thoughts. She
was quite a quarter of an hour before recovering her senses; daylight
had broken, and she looked round in a sort of alarm, and exclaimed--

"Where am I?"

Then her eye catching my face--

"Oh! my darling Charlie, it is you! I have been dreaming of being far
away, and, I suppose, the fact of your dear weapon throbbing within me
made me think of former events. Well, the dream had its pleasures, if
only in a dream."

"It was no dream, my dear Miss Frankland, or at least, only partially
so, as far as regarded your loved Henry--for that was the name you
applied to me, and most deliciously did you embrace me