I raised myself up without uncunting; the straw rustling and crushing under us, too excited to lay still, after I had spent. “If I can once get it up her, once feel her cunt-lips closing round it, get a good clip round her buttocks, I am sure I can fuck her again before they come back from the hay-field”, thought I gently frigging my cock, and looking through a crack in the door. “He’s gone.” “I have been so frightened”, said she, — but did not say it was her husband. but what a loss of pleasure not to have injected into some dear little cunt nicked in some smooth white bum! Her face was red. What absurdity will not a lewd man do? I felt sure that, at the feel of her quim I should be all right. I laying half buried in the hay was not visible to her, but seeing her piddling, raised myself, and looked.
