I raised myself up without uncunting; the straw rustling and crushing under us, too excited to lay still, after I had spent. “Oh! XXX “Don’t care, so much the merrier, it’s not so wet as it was, when I felt it some years ago?” “Oh! No highly fed woman clad in silks and satins, could have ministered to me as she did, as replying to my thrusts her cunt sucked my prick up her, and we spent together. Some years before I had seen a farm-girl whose name was Pender, a fine lass with a merry face, and lightish brown hair; she must then I suppose have been about seventeen years old. I pushed her down on to it, the next instant I was fucking her, and what a fuck!
