Blonde Beauty and Her Friend: A Double Delight

“Do you often want fucking?” “Every day”, said Mrs. XXX What enjoyment we had! I could think of nothing but the girl; although I had barely felt, and had seen nothing of her charms, she seemed to me perfection. 5. it hurts”, said I repeating other words which had been wandering through my brain ever since I heard them. We were both fucked out, and parted regretting that a month must pass before she could venture to go to her mother’s again. “Then my damned old man’s given it me, and he swears I gave it him”, said she. “What pretty legs”, I cried. Perhaps only seemingly against her will, for though she resisted, and accused me of breaking my word, she had spent with me, and was to spend again, perhaps in spite of herself. “You won’t tell, really now?” “Not if you let me.” A little more scuffling, and I had her down.