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MY SECRET LIFE MY SECRET LI FE

I weighted her down, she lay panting. “Now do Sarah dear, be quiet.” She said not a word, nor looked at me. I pressed my knees, and with difﬁculty opened her thighs, and we were belly to belly; with one or two vigorous shoves, in went my prick without difﬁculty and spending as it entered. So did abstin- ence, desire, and excitement tell on me. It has often behaved in the same way.

I was now at a time of life when I could do more fucking, and after long abstinence if I liked a woman, could sometimes do it twice before withdrawing. The first words she uttered were, “Ohl let me go down- stairs, the dinner will be spoiled.” But what did that matter to a man whose prick was still up a cunt! So I waited my second enjoyment; and if I know anything about the matter, you my dear Sarah, brought your liquor out to mix with mine.

Scarcely was my prick out of her, before the street ‘bell rang; downstairs she ran, I went upstairs. I re- collect how wet my hair and my balls were as I ran, wrapping them up. It was her sister. Directly after- wards home came mother. Dinner was served, what a row there was, the meat was not done, the vegetables smashed. “It is disgraceful,” said mother, “has she been upstairs Walter ?” How queer I felt at that ques- tion, and wonder my confusion was not noticed. I said I did not know. “I will be bound she has,” said mother, “and been trying on her ﬁnery before going out to-night, Sundays and dress are the ruin of serv- ants now-a-days." “I have been out,” said I to mother. “You would have done yourself more good had you been to church,” said she.

After dinner mother went up to her bed-room as

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