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MY SECRET LIFE to go to work. I was going away angry, when she asked me to look at her new boots and stockings. Amused at her vanity, I looked and she put them on. “Them fits fine”, said she, showing her legs amply. I was not excited about it, and was going. “Ain’t you never going to ha me agin?” said she. “I’ve no money.” “We are old friends, never mind money, if I hadn’t got you Martha we moight ha been good friends still,—ar wish a hadn’t.” “You did it to save us”, said I. “Ah, but yer shouldn’t leave old friends, and I ha watched and made yer both comfortable.” Well, thought I, this is an invitation to fucking{{tooltip||'”' in original||,—she had a wonderful slip in her cunt, and I began to rise. “You have lots of friends”, said I. “I take my oath, that no friend has seen me since the day you got my sister; ain’t I been allus on watch for yer, did yer ever pass without seeing me?”

A woman who wants fucking is not easy to resist, even if she is ugly and middle-aged. There she sat, the picture of health, her petticoats nearly up to her knees; I had never before seen them excepting in coarse blue woolen stockings. I rolled her clothes up, saw the big thighs, the next instant had my fingers in the slit; up knocked my doodle. She shut the shutter, locked the door, and with a pleased look got on to the bed. Her cunt struck me as quite a novelty, and I got ready for insertion.

“You like her better than me”, said she. It was a poser, but a man always likes the woman he is going to poke better than any other, and so I denied it. “Why don’t you do to me what you do to she then?” “What is that?” “You knows.” “No.” “Yes you do.” “I feel it like this.” “More than that.” “What?” “You {{center|—178—}}