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 thrust her fingers through the thick locks of his crisp hair.

He soon rose up again, passed once more his left arm round her waist, thrust his tongue into her mouth and with his right hand up lifted her scanty skirts. She caught hold of his intruding hand and struggled to keep it away, but all the efforts she made only fanned the fire within her, and made her eyes sparkle, so that after a faint skirmish wherein she ever waxed weaker, she yielded to his will, and her middle parts were grasped by the victor's palm.

He—for a trice—played with her bushy hair, seemingly undecided what he was to do next, then—after slightly tickling her in the most sensitive parts—he let down the bib of his breeches and opening her thighs pressed his prickle twixt the small lips gaping to welcome it.

The youth now could hear the slow rhythmic motion of the to-ing and fro-ing, and he lusted in such a way that the blood, rushing to his head, seemed like the sound of many waters.

What a night of love it was! In the dim