LETTER XII
Another break in the narrative: Harry resumes his correspondence with Charlie where he joins Louisa’s family at breakfast. Harry from Paris. Porn sex ‘I made him keep quiet for a short time, while, with pleasure-giving pressures on my side, and wild exciting throbs of his gorgeous young prick on his part, our active tongues intertwined like two turtle doves. He jumped up and threw himself into my longing arms. We were all late for breakfast the next morning. 2. You know, dear Harry, how rapidly the ecstatic result comes upon me. Hence his enjoyment of my high spirits. I had thrown off my shift, our naked bodies met in a sweet embrace, his tongue darted between my open lips, his prick, stiff as ever, sought with unerring aim the aperture where it had already twice found happy asylum. “Do I beat Mamma? Out of the aforesaid collection, presenting an amazing account which was first published 1874, of a sexually omnivorous photographer on the prowl in Paris (probably the first such book). On recovering our senses I rolled sideways to him without allowing him to withdraw, for which he had no desire, and we commenced a loving prattle.
