Little by little I stropped a tall, fine, stout, healthy, country woman, a regular spanker; with white flesh, firm, soft satiny and smelling like new milk. I had left her enough to think about, for I fucked her in several attitudes. We were both fucked out, and parted regretting that a month must pass before she could venture to go to her mother’s again. Read 6534 times |
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I had been there a long time, it was dark. “I can’t stay”, said she, “mother will be after me, — she don’t know I am out of the yard.” A kiss, — many kisses, — a scuffle, — “be quiet”, — then all was a mumble. When the farm-work was over Molly stood some-times at the lane-gate. Catching her one day alone I took some liberty. “I was frightened”, she replied, “and oh! I had seen Pender go up, and whisk them down. now pray, — oh! “I am in here till to-morrow morning”, I thought, and walked up and down barely restraining myself from frigging, such was my state of lust.
