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shall pay to make my hair its natural colour, sir! But now I think of it, I’ll get a Ross’s Nose Machine for your poor old cock, its awfully down in the world, and will only stand for little featherless chits, such as you correspond with.”
    â€˜All the while her cuts were something painful to see, yet the sight had a most exciting effect upon me, so much so that when Bob in his impatience crept up the ladder behind me, to see what was keeping me so long up there, and he slipped his hand up my thighs behind till he got hold of you know what, instead of boxing his ears, I positively allowed him to finger me at pleasure, till I came down with my love juice all over his hand.
    â€˜This so excited him that I believe had it been possible he would have fucked me on the ladder. However he managed to get up on to the same step with myself and clasped his other arm round my waist, as he peeped over my shoulder to see what was going on, for I had now got one corner of the blind nicely up, as the parties inside were far to busy to notice it. I repaid his caresses by momentarily turning my head for a kiss, and feeling his prick with my left hand, giving it a loving squeeze, as I whispered, “Look, Bob darling, did you ever see such a sight, I believe she is going to birch him till he is fit to have her, only fancy brother and sister, did you ever?”
    â€˜I was quite right in my conjecture, his bottom was all over deep red, fiery looking weals and scratches, and I could even see drops of blood oozing from the lacerations here and there; he seemed to writhe and twist about in a peculiar manner, as if he wanted to attract her attention, so much so that I soon caught glimpses of all he possessed.
    â€˜â€œLook,” whispered Bob in my ear, “did you ever see such a teazer as the old fellow’s got, and as grey as a badger, by Jove!”
    â€˜I nudged him with my elbow to keep quiet.
    â€˜â€œYou’re showing me your impudence, are you, sir? It doesn’t want a nose machine now, have I brought it to love its Maria, then?” said the old woman, as she first threw away her worn out rod, then quickly untying one ankle she turned him round, and knelt down and caressed his tremendous affair.
    â€˜â€œHow I love you now, darling!” she said, handling and kissing his prick, till I expected he would spend in her eye, but she was too clever to go too far, so loosening his other ancle and hands, she slipped off her dressing gown and sprang on the bed, whilst he threw off everything but his shirt, and was on to her in a moment.
    â€˜â€œMy James, my love, come to my arms, you do love me now,” she said excitedly, opening her legs at the same time, and giving us a fair glance at a fat pair of thighs, at the top of which we could see a lovely pouting cunny, but as grey as possible. One of her hands directed his rampant prick to the longing receptacle, whilst her other arm thrown round his neck, drew his face to hers, and they indulged in a most loving kiss at the same moment, as he was fairly sheathed to the hilt, and she threw a fine pair of legs over his buttocks.
    â€˜I had never seen such a pretty sight before, although old and grey, they were both plump and good figures, and the sight of his rump working furiously, whilst her feet drummed on his posteriors to hasten his action (they were set off by silk stockings and pretty Turkish slippers), had such an effect on me that whispering to Bob we hastily slipped down our ladder, and indulged in al al fresco uprighter, under a fine tree close by; then removing our ladder we slipped into the hotel and found our own rooms.
    â€˜You may be sure we often had a peep at James and Maria, but their proceedings had so much sameness about them that we came to the conclusion it was a regular get up affair on his part, and that playing at punishment was for the purpose of getting Mr. James up to the proper pitch of excitement, and so enable