"No, no, I won't make you come Horace. Let Gert have her due, she's a dear girl, and never jealous of me, are you Gert? So I let her be as much Fred's wife as I am, and we three have some rare razzle-dazzles, I can tell you, same as we do with you."
Selina, your Mother, now made Gert lay on her back on the couch, and inserting her brother's Prick in the beautiful Cunt you know so well, "There, dears, go on and I will do all I can to add to your pleasure;" saying which, she pulled Horace's trousers down to his heels, and turning his shirt tail well up, handled his balls from behind for a few moments:
"Ah, you Fucker," she exclaimed, "you like Gert better than me, but no matter—there—there—there—there—go on and f**k her. Spend into her!" giving four tremendous slaps with her hand, which ma
