“How do you feel.”
“Squashed,” she admitted, “But a nice squashed,”
“I should withdraw,” I explained, “But I shall not, I shall fill you with my love juices since you desire the full experience,” I said rather lamely as joy overcame me and I felt compelled to release my tensions and thus I shot forth numerous ejaculations in rapid succession. I slipped it around her and pulled it clear. “But what shall we tell Mama,” she asked. So there we were, we met for the first time at the Fleet Inn off Lambourne street, overlooking the Fleet river, both our mothers were present as was the custom. “You said there was no spark,” she reminded me, “So what exactly is that pressing against my buttocks?”
It was of course my member, suddenly rampant and roused and in great need of relief
“You are quite the little firebrand when you are roused,” I observed, “Like a chambermaid chased down a long corridor and cornered in a linen cupboard, vociferous yet helpless.”
“And your point is?” she enquired.
