second
her wishes in every way, without giving her any idea of what had passed
between Lizzie and me, and being equally reserved as to my nightly
connection with Miss Frankland.

The following night we passed again in all the amatory delights we
could imagine. After our deep midnight sleep, which always took place
locked in each other's arms, and poor cockey held firm as if in a vice,
I awoke her first, and found my prick stiff-standing in her cunt, which
was involuntarily pressing it in the delicious interior folds. I began
moving gently, until she was so excited as to quite wake up, when she
joined me in all the raptures of a delicious and voluptuous fresh
morning fuck. We then rose to satisfy natural wants, and cool our
excited nerves by a copious ablution. As we were returning to bed, I
observed that Miss Frankland took something out of her wardrobe wrapped
up in a handkerchief, and placed it under her pillow with a certain air
of mystery. I said nothing. After purifying ourselves we always
indulged in a voluptuous gamahuche; after which Miss Frankland
generally asked, as a favour, that I should finish off _in culo_. I
loved her delicious bottom-hole too dearly ever to refuse. She placed
herself as usual on her knees, thighs well drawn up, and head down, so
as to make the most of her glorious backside. After I had followed the
usual preamble of thrusting in and out of her luscious and juicy cunt
so as to lubricate my prick well, I then introduced it, always with the
slow and gradual pressure, until it was sheathed to the hilt, when we
generally paused some minutes to reciprocate mutual throbs and
pressures. In this lascivious pause I saw her hand steal under the
pillow, and draw out the handkerchief and put it under her belly. I
shortly found a considerable substance entering her cunt, and making my
quarters still more tight and narrow. I began to move, and found the
substance in the other entrance keeping time to my movements. I had a
tight hold of her projecting clitoris, which I had frigged up to a
stiff-standing point. I slipped my hand down and found she was dildoing
herself with what proved to be a very handsome dildo, in not very
formidable proportions.

"That's right, my darling," I cried, "why did you not do it openly, you
ought to know that my greatest wish is for you to enjoy these salacious
meetings in every possible voluptuous manner; frig on then, my beloved,
and be sure that if it adds to your delig