MY SECRET LIFE
fair, told her I knew that the hair of her motte was dark, by degrees got her to kiss me, to leave off chafling her, felt her outside, but went no further. About the fourth day after her sister had left, I got my hands on her thigh. On Sunday when all were at church: to blind my other I had gone out, but went home directly, and into the kitchen to resume my baudy chafl, I forgot all about her sister, got to kissing and trying to feel her. I was long in the kitchen with my prick out, sometimes hanging, sometimes standing still, trying to induce her to let me, but it was of no use. Her cap was off, her hair dishevelled. I had got her clothes once up to her hips, had seen 'her matte, felt it, got my prick up against it, knocked it about all over her belly, but no more; time was short, and at last with a sort of guilty fear I went out before church was over, and came back in time for our early dinner, telling my mother I had been to church. Then I reflected and thought it was as well I had not done it to Susan.
When mother returned she left my sister and little brother in the country. My old deaf relative remained with us and slept in the room adjoining my mother’s. That same Sunday night, I waited until Susan came up to bed, pounced upon her on the top landing and tried to feel her; she dropped her candle-stick and made such a noise, that back I sneaked to bed, and was asleep, when I heard the bell ringing violently in the servants’ room. Out I rushed saw Susan on the landing with but a petticoat over her night-dress, and old Mrs. going into my mother’s room who was taken very ill. Down to the kitchen went Susan and I to get boiling
water, I heaped wood and coals on the fire, she blew
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