Chapter 19
I have bewailed before - I trust not to the boredom of my readers - the despair I have sometimes encountered in endeavouring to recapture the divine moments of amourous combat in all their subtle, fleshly details. Would that I could do so of the moment that was upon us - or rather, upon Priscilla and her uncle.
His face positively lustred with l**t and happiness and his loins straining mightily, he effected the majestic entry of his c**k into her bottom with the initial caution and slowness in which I had instructed him. Priscilla's head twisted madly from side to side and had it not been for the strong clasping of his hands to the fronts of her stockinged legs, she would I am sure have evaded the rude prodding of his prick.
"Slowly, my dear," I murmured within her hearing, s
