"Bless you, darling, I only hope I may be able to satisfy you to your heart's content."
So saying he actually tore off my clothes and reduced me to a perfect state of nudity. He then led me to a sofa and reclined me upon it.
I never saw a man so amorous and lascivious as he was. Sexual enjoyment appeared to be a perfect passion with him. When he had placed me on the sofa he stood a few feet off that he might better observe my naked beauties.
"Great God," he exclaimed, "what glorious beauty! How magnificently formed your body is, dear Kate. What a delicious bust, what glorious semiglobes, how firm and hard, and then your belly, how white and smooth! What well developed thighs, what straight legs, and above all that masterpiece of nature—your delicious con. Open your thighs a little, dear Kate, that I may get a better view of it. There, that's it, now I can see it perfectly. How inviting the lips look amidst that mass of black hair! How closely they fold together showing a line of coral between them! Oh, how I long to taste the sweets of that delicious grotto. Now, dear Kate, turn on your belly, and elevate your buttocks a little—there, that's it exactly. Great heavens, the back of the picture is even more glorious than the front! What a delicious bottom! How closely the cheeks come together."
He now began to kiss what he had admired. He embraced my bubbies, my belly, my bottom and the mount of Venus. I could stand no more, but jumping up from the sofa, I rushed into his arms and exclaimed:
"Dearest Ralph, give me relief or I shall die."
He pressed me to him—my bubbies came in contact with his chest—our bellies met. The contact of the warm flesh almost drove us mad—we squirmed and wiggled in each other's arms—we hugged, kissed and bit each other—we rolled on the floor, interlacing our thighs, his staff touched my con, the hair of our genitals intermingled—we rubbed our bubbies together. I rolled myself on the top of him and moved myself backwards and forwards-he placed a hand on each cheek of my bottom, and pressed my hairy slit to his testicles.
"Great heavens!" I exclaimed, "it is coming—Ralph—Ralph—I must spend—I must—I must—"
"Dearest Kate, I too—there—now it flows—now—now—now—"
A convulsive shudder ran through both our frames; we closed our eyes in the ecstasy of our sensations, and both discharged profusely, the divine liquor running from one to the other. All this had been effected without any actual conjunction.