k, and that if ever I
had the opportunity I might cover his attack on his cousin by fucking
his mother; only we must lead her to believe that she took my
virginity. The idea pleased him. He began to think his mother must be a
desirable woman for me, as I was so largely hung; and then the
opportunity that I would give him to enjoy his longing for his cousin
was an inducement to second my views to the utmost. Towards the close
of the half-year his birthday occurred, and his mother could not do
less than have him home for the day. She felt that her niece would be
in greater security when Harry begged she would allow him to bring with
him the doctor's nephew--myself, to wit--telling her that we had become
very close friends as well as schoolfellows. I had previously told him
I should play the complete innocent, but should take care some time or
the other during the day to put myself in such a position that his
mother should get a glimpse of my prick, so that if not immediately
successful, I might pave the way for future success. His birthday fell
on a Saturday. We were only asked to spend the day, with the intention
of returning in the evening. Accordingly, on the happy day we made our
appearance after breakfast. I have before said that his mother lived in
a very pretty cottage ornee, about a mile and a half from the
parsonage. We were most kindly received by her. She first lovingly
embraced her son, wishing him many happy returns of the day, declaring
that he was much improved, &c. She then turned to me, and gracefully
and kindly bade me welcome. The niece was a charming girl, just budding
into womanhood. She blushed greatly in welcoming her cousin, and
bashfully did the same to me. We spent the earlier hours in
conversation; the mother having much to ask and to hear from her son,
from whom she had never before been separated. I had thus time to scan
her well. She was a fine, broad built, well standing up woman, with
broad shoulders, and hips that gave promise of good form beneath.
Without being beautiful, her face was a well formed oval, with really
fine eyes, to which her son's description had hardly done justice. It
appeared to me that a good deal of suppressed passion lurked in their
expression, and I already began to think she would be a real _bonne
bouche_ if once we could come to close quarters. After luncheon we
strolled in the garden. The leaves had already fallen, but the
afternoon was bright and warm for the end