Then I sat by her hips, on the sofa-edge, she lifted her clothes right up: there was the quim, the jet-black bush, the fine round thighs, my cock was restive, my hands wandering, she unbuttoned my trowsers, gave my prick a squeeze, sending up the blood and completed my randiness. “You have been in a hurry.” My cousin was pronounced the best fucker. Milf sex “Lord, what does it matter?” said he, “white women are scarce in India, there was one that all in my regiment were fond of, there was not an officer who did not stroke her, none of us minded; we say “the more a cunt’s buttered, the better it grinds.” I did not see it in that light, so with the remark from him, that she was a damned fine piece, we parted. We said jokingly, that we had no money. “I’ll have you again”, said I. It was not Louise’s gift, for great was her surprise when I saw her twice afterwards, and never attempted to have her.
