"I know I did. You won't tell mother, will you, Sarah? I've often seen your beautiful big breasts, and wanted to see——"
"I never tell tales, Jack, if you don't. What did you want to see? Tell me," she said, with a most tantalising smile.
My assurance returned as I found she was not cross, so I told her that it was her fine bum that I so very much wished to see, adding that I would give a shilling to see it just for a moment, as I was sure it was a beauty.
"I don't want your money, dear," she replied; "but will you kiss it if I let you have a peep?"
"That I will," I eagerly replied. "Only let me lift your skirts, Sarah."
"And I must look at your's, Jack, and kiss it. Is it a bargain, dear?"
"I'll show as much as you do for a spree, so make haste," was my answer.
"What a nice little fellow you are. Give me a kiss first, and then we'll have a romp. Would you like to come and sleep in my bed at night, dear?" she asked, and I felt my breath almost sucked away, as she squeezed and hugged me to her heaving bosom. You may be sure I liked nothing better, and assured her so.
As if by magic her skirts dropped down to her heels, and in a moment Sarah was dancing round the room with nothing on but her chemise, affording me exquisite glimpses of her splendid fat bum, and a soft brown muff which ornamented the lower part of her belly in front.
"Off with your things, Jack, before I'll let you kiss me, make haste, or your bum shall smart in the twinkling of an eye," she exclaimed, dancing up to me, her rosy face an animation and a devilment in her looks I had never seen before.