I was both astonished and shy; although I could not have given any reason for it, still I instinctively felt that it was a naughty thing to do. I was therefore going to draw my hand away, but curiosity retained me.
What I touched was at the same time warm, pulpy and moist, nay the farther in my hand was plunged, the more intense the heat grew. Moreover to my utter surprise, there was a lot of hair growing over her stomach and all around that sticky flesh.
My bewilderment likewise increased when after a greater exploration I found that she had no birdie, or a little bag with balls, but that she had quite a beard instead.
In the meanwhile-—always holding me by my arm—she rubbed my little fist in the hot place—always telling me with a husky panting voice to look for sweeties—till I felt it get quite wet.
I asked her what she was doing, if she was piddling on my hand, but she began to pant and to squeeze my arm tightly. "Ah!" she said, with a sigh of satisfaction, "I've done it, it was very nice, wasn't it?"
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