of November. I told young
Dale to keep close to his mother, and not show any wish to stray away
with his cousin--feeling certain that if she became anxious about their
movements I should have no chance to play off my little game. All went
as I could wish, we threw his mother off her guard, and she then began
to show closer attention to me. I acted the ingenuous and innocent
youth to perfection, but at the same time, in thinking of her charms, I
let my prick get up to half-stand, so as to show its large proportions
under my trousers. I very soon perceived that it had struck her notice,
and her attention became concentrated upon me. She questioned me a good
deal, and especially sought to find out if _peculiar_ intimacy existed
between her son and me. I played the innocent, and professed that the
utmost intimacy existed; but when she tried to find out if it had gone
to what she really meant, I gave such an innocent character to our
intimacy that she was quite convinced of my thorough ignorance of all
erotic tendencies, and she became more endearing in her manner of
addressing me.

Harry and I had previously agreed that after I addressed to him some
particular frivolous remark, he should seize the first occasion near a
shrubbery to go on more ahead, and alarm his mamma by turning round a
corner. Our stratagem succeeded. She immediately hastened to follow
them. As soon as she had turned the corner I drew out my tool, now at
full stand, and placed myself so that when she returned she should see
it fully developed, while I would take care not apparently to see her,
but be intent upon piddling. To the utmost of my wish it fell out. She
had told her son to stop and returned to join me. My eyes being turned
downwards did not let her become aware that I was watching for her, but
I could see the bottom of her petticoats as she turned the corner, and
also that she came to a sudden stop, which must have been at the moment
she caught sight of the noble proportions before her. I took care to
pass my hand once or twice backwards or forwards while pissing, and
then shook my prick deliberately, and exposed the whole length and
breadth of it for a minute or two before buttoning it up, during which
I could see she stood perfectly still, rooted to where she had first
stopped. After I had buttoned up, I stooped down, apparently to tie my
shoe, but in fact to give time for it to be supposed I had not seen her
previous approach. So when I rose