nsure secrecy; but never mind, my darling, I would
run twice such risk to enjoy your person, and secure your affection;
you must ever cherish and love me, my Charlie, for I risk good name and
fame for you; but now I must be gone, or we shall be sought for; try
and sleep a little, my dear boy, for I am sure you need it after your
exertions, and remember you must gain strength to renew them this
night."

She kissed me lovingly, rose, put on her things and left me to repose.
But I could not help thinking of what she had said about fearing that
that peculiar fuck in which she had fainted portended fructification.
If so, I thought dear Ellen will probably be in the same predicament,
for the result was precisely the same with her. I may here observe that
mamma's fears became certainties, both in her case and Ellen's.
Eventually they both left the country together, when staying would have
brought on discovery. And, curiously enough, they were both delivered
of daughters on the same day. Of both I was the happy father, although
Harry had the credit of Ellen's child, but she herself always asserted
to me that it was the delicious fuck in the wood that did the mischief.
And from the peculiar effect produced on both mothers on that day, I
never had any doubt of the real paternity, besides, the child grew up
my very image. Mamma's daughter was superbly developed when she became
a young woman. She had even a larger clitoris than Miss Frankland, with
which she absolutely deflowered her sister's cousin at the age of
fourteen. I may also incidentally observe that at the age of fifteen I
had both their maidenheads, as far as the male sex was concerned. And
Harry and I often fucked them together in every way; and my darling
daughter with her long and large clitoris has often fucked my bottom,
while I was doing the same to her sister, with Harry below fucking her
whom he believed to be his daughter. But this belongs to my latter
experiences, and has nothing to do with the present period of my life,
though, perhaps, I may be tempted hereafter to enter into all the
details of my middle age and later experiences.

Dear reader, pardon me this digression. To resume, I slept soundly for
an hour, then rose, and strolled in the garden with Harry, who related
to me how he had taken advantage of mamma's occupation to steal into
Ellen's room. She had been much afraid, the sly pussey, to allow him to
enter again, but when once he got within, and she