ankland, and was now so excited anew that his prick stood as
stiff as ever it did; and my red excoriated arse excited and renewed
his very fine prick; but first I insisted upon moving to aunt's arse,
who at the moment was having a last fuck from the Count, and this
incestuous group closed our orgies on this occasion, for we left for
town the next day.

After breakfast in the morning I slipt into the Dale's room, and had a
parting fuck both with her and Ellen. Harry came in while we were at
work, Ellen under the Dale gamahuching her, and I above administering a
rear adieu. Harry stopped us for a moment until he could withdraw Ellen
and take her place, that he might have a parting fuck with his loved
mother, who thus had the two pricks she most loved in the world into
her together. We drew our pleasure out to the utmost length our lust
would allow of and spent in the most ecstatic joy that poor human
nature could support.

Aunt had gone to the Count's bedroom at the very time we were meeting
in Mrs. Dale's. Notwithstanding which, her insatiable cunt made her
draw me into her sanctum downstairs for a final fuck at the last moment
of our parting.

Harry Dale staying behind to pass a week at home with his mother, the
adorable Frankland, the Count and I returned to town together. On the
journey up we agreed to dine at Very's in Regent Street, and have a
comparatively quiet night all together at my chambers, which we did,
luxuriating in having the glorious naked body of the delicious
Frankland between us. After we had each bedewed both her front and rear
orifices with our life's balmy essence, we slept soundly till morning,
when we renewed our double offerings on those glorious and delicious
altars, then breakfasted.

This was the last occasion but one of our having the Count, whose time
for departure to his own country was drawing near.

He left that day on a visit to a family in Scotland, whose son and heir
was really the fruit of his loins.

On his return some fortnight later we again passed a night with our
exquisite friend the Frankland, and being both fresh from the country,
we administered so many delicious coups to both apertures as quite
contented her salacious love of prick. We parted next day with our
loved friend the Count, but not for the last time, as I shall relate in
its proper place--a delightful visit we paid to him in his old
ancestral castle, and an after-rencontre with him and his sister in
Turin.