, who could have told you that? I'm all
right, and the girls have gone to see their grand-mother at Becton and
won't get home much before dark, so I'm alone; no-one ever comes so see
me. Thank you so much. Won't you come in and sit down for a rest?"

"That I will, Phoebe, and I feel done up carrying that basket. You
might draw the cork and give me a glass of port, and a drop will do you
good."

The cork was soon drawn, and she drank to my health with her "Best
respects to you, Master Percy. How you have grown, I shan't like to
kiss you now."

"Why not, Phoebe, what harm can it be? I have often sat on your lap and
kissed you when my mother was here, and I mean to again."

"Oh, no, it isn't proper only with little boys. They're harmless you
know; now you're so big you must only kiss your young lady sweetheart,
or Mamma, or your dear aunt, Miss Gertie."

"But you must give me one, or I shall feel quite a stranger. What harm
can it be?"

"Well I don't know any harm, and you're a dear, kind boy to think of
us, as you have, but I mustn't do it again before any one," as putting
her glass down she stood up and kissed my cheek, and would have sat
down again; but my arm was round her waist in a moment, drawing her
close to me, my lips kissed hers, then her cheeks and lips again.

"You only gave me half a kiss, Phoebe, I must have a proper one,"
pushing her back on her chair, and seating myself on her lap. "This is
how I want it, just as you used to do. Now kiss me nicely."

Her rich-colored face crimsoned, and I felt her splendid bosom heave
with emotion as I fairly glued my lips to hers, and tried to push my
tongue between her lips, and one hand tried to get inside her
neck-kerchief.

"You mustn't, you wicked boy. What a flutter you have put me into: now
get away do, Master Percy. You ought not to kiss me like that."

But she only struggled faintly; my hand slipped inside her bosom and
felt those still lovely firm orbs, as her heart palpitated and her lips
gradually relaxed till my tongue fairly met hers tip to tip.

"Ah, you rogue! how bad you make me feel," returning my caresses, and
rubbing one hand up and drown my back, as if she only wished she dared
put it in front.

"Percy, Percy, Master Percy, for shame, don't be so rude," as I
suddenly placed her hand on my big prick which I had let out of my
trousers. "What a size for a boy of fourteen, and I believe you know a
lot."

"Yes, Phoebe, I know what 'cunt' a