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MY SECRET LIFE “Now don’t,” she began in a coaxing way, but I had not spent for weeks, and as I looked into her bright eyes and ﬂushed face, meant that day to do so if I could. She must herself have wanted it, there was such a soft look about her. My reply was to try to pull up her clothes. We struggled, pushed against the door of mother’s bed-room, and we staggered into the room together. Nothing could have been more favorable. I got her up against the bed, her clothes up, my prick against her belly, and there for a minute we struggled.

Opposite my mother’s was a small low sort of bed- stead called a child’s, I don’t know why. It was covered with a large skin on a mattress. Mother used it as a sofa. My prick was actually up against Sarah’s belly, my balls nestling in the hair of her cunt, my hands tightly round her burn, but her legs were so close together, that I could not get into her; I put one hand down to open the road to her cunt, but could not manage it, though her resistance was growing less. She ceased praying me to leave 05, but tried by putting her hands down, to dislodge me from her belly, withdrawing her hands as they touched my prick. The blinds were down, no one but us in the house, I saw the child’s bed, pulled her towards it, I going backwards. We fell on it together, she more than half on the top of me; another struggle, and her petticoats were ﬂung up as I rolled her round on to her back. She tried to pull them down, bringing her knees half up to meet them; I saw her buttocks beneath and recklessly pushing with my hand, a ﬁnger went half-way up her cunt. Down went her legs quite straight, the next instant I was on the top of her. —269—