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succeed in drawing one out to confess all one's innermost desires and—indeed—prior adventures. One is not so foolish, however, as to disrobe one's mind fully in front of, or indeed underneath, others.
    My legs lay limp, my knees slightly bent. He was near-ing the end of his course, as I sensed by the roughness of his panting. His praise for the tight sleekness of my cunny was ever expressed. I continued to moan. I evaded his mouth from moment to moment as though in inner conflict at what I was permitting. His kisses rained upon my cheeks and neck. I felt the throbbing of his cock increase.
    “It will be so, if you come,” he croaked.
    I AM coming, I thought—but told him not. I bucked, I clung, my soft cries grew ever wilder. All that had been promised to me by Elaine was true. With a last rattling cry he flooded me. His effusion pumped into me—a veritable leaping of thick gruelly sperm that I received with joy. Our mouths fastened together again, for I could refuse him not in that moment. With every inward thrust a fresh jet spattered me. The strokes of his cock grew shorter. Panting, he thrust it in to the full and lay all too heavily upon me for a long moment until he stirred. I felt the slow withdrawal of his weapon with infinite regret. Had another taken his place upon me then, I would have welcomed it. Drawing me up, his eyes searched mine. I hid my face and affected great confusion. Thick and limp, the big worm of his prick dangled against my thigh.
    “You will not tell her?” he demanded hoarsely while caressing my long brown hair with a certain tenderness. I quivered and pressed in. My skirt being caught up still, the warmth of my belly stirred his doughty weapon.
    “No,” I comforted him softly, “yet what of the reception? Oh, pray say that only you will do it to me if I have to take my drawers off.”
    The apparent naivety of my words—tinged as they were with eroticism—struck exactly the right note, as I had intended they should. He laughed and mussed my hair, awarding my yielding lips a long kiss.
    “Only I, my pet, but you must pray warn Elaine. Would that I could take you alone.”
    “She may not believe me, Uncle, but I will try. How am I to say that I have come upon this knowledge, though?”
    His brow furrowed. “That is true. I had not thought of it, for there is scarce a guest here who would venture such confidences even if they were to know of them. I know not what to say.”
    I had expected him to proffer the name of Mrs. Witherington-Carey, whom I suspected knew much of such things, but discretion in him obtained. It was a small but pleasing sign that he had become not so flustered as to completely forget himself. One must beware ever of the possible indiscretions of lust.
    “Say naught, Uncle, for whatever will be, will be, and it is too late now to dissuade her or she will think it my fault. We may hide ourselves away there, may we not, so that whatever else passes happens not before our eyes.”
    “By Jove, yes, that is the only solution to the matter. What a delightful and resourceful girl you are! Did you like what we just did?” he asked as if in apparent anxiety.
    I giggled. I pressed my cheek to his. “I believe so. If you do it to me again at the reception, I shall know better and tell you. But haste, we must not stay here or a servant may discover us. Pray go first and then I will follow.”
    “You minx, I truly believe there is more to you than anyone could imagine,” he chuckled and thereupon— fastening his breeches with evident regret—made his way out. I had not long followed when Elaine appeared as I was about to enter my room.
    “I have been looking for you. What have you been at?” she asked curiously.
    “Oh nothing. I am about to find a book to read,” I replied. Perversely no doubt I did not mean to tell her of my amorous engagement on the floor of the linen room. Later on we would exchange all such secrets. With a strange expression on her face she