“Tell me you love me,” she said. xxx sex I was in escatasy oblivious to all around save the heavenly sensations coursing from my manhood to pervade my very soul as I rhythmically pounded her an squeezed her ever hardening and lengthening teats. “Delighted,” I stammered, awkwardly. “Lord no,” I exclaimed, “I just sate my needs.”
“And how do I compare?” she asked. I longed for the local hostelry where the landlords buxom daughter accomodated my every whim for a small consideration, or Broughton or Flaxley or Harrogate, especially Harrogate where in the smart houses of the Madames lay girls beautiful enough to be courtesans in Paris who often were mine, for a rather larger consideration admittedly, and no chance of rebuttal what ever. “I want you now Charlie, please?” she whispered. “That father is why you so frequently lose,” I reminded him, “Shall you win your markers back gentlemen?”
Marchington agreed, “Will you take my note?” he asked. “You do the same, you’re as bad!” I scolded father. “Don’t like girls eh Charlie?” Harry Mumford suddenly commented from the depths of an armchair, “I heard you prefer page boys.”
“That is a scurillous lie!” I insisted, “The boys assist with my contraptions, as do milkmaids and chamber maids and all manner of such,” I blustered.
