“Oh! what is it, my dear Charlie, everything you do is so nice, I know I shall like it—what is it?”
“Then you must know, dear Eliza, that this little cunt of yours is made for the express purpose of having a prick put into it; only, as mine is so large, and you are still so small and so young, I was afraid it would give you too much pain to do it sooner; but now, I think, I may get it in, if I do it gently.”
“Oh, Charlie, dear, put it in at once, I have often felt I should like it so; but, as you never attempted to do it, I thought it was a mere fancy of mine. Have you ever put it inside Mary’s quim?”
“Often; nay, always, my darling.”
“Does she like it?”
“She adores it.”
“Then put it into me directly, Charlie.”
I wanted nothing better, and told her that in order to thoroughly enjoy
