How I restrained myself from frigging I don’t know, for I used to walk up and down my bed-room with my prick out stiff, and looking at it; at length a chance came — my last. We are alone, she said nothing as I spent in her hand, indeed went on kissing me when spending, what if I ask her again? XXX She rose up, nor would she continue talking, until I had buttoned up my prick and promised not to touch her; that done, she said, “Would you wish to ruin me? This explained all. The long abstinence and the excitement were too much for me; just as my fingers opened the cunt-lips, and my prick touched her cunt, throb — throb — gush — gush, and over my fingers, over her thighs, into the thicket of hair, on to the clitoris, on to the smooth, round bum-cheeks below — anywhere — everywhere excepting the
