I assented, and her bumcheeks were presented to me. My brain whirled with excitement, whilst she, leaning over the pillows on the sofa, kept breathing hard and half snorting like a pig, still frigging herself with my fingers. It was her own little child that was with her. “I told you I would do it,” said I. The identity of “Walter” is unknown. “All that’s my business; what did you look at me for?” “To see your cunt.” Being at a dark part of the road I began kissing her, and got my fingers on to her belly. After walking by her side for a time I asked her point blank how she liked the look of it last night. Apart from other things I also found a hump of books, diaries, and notes in the treasure which contained classic, Age-old, Erotic books, Novels, and Magazines probably collected by my Ancestors.
