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You may guess that the only effect of her endearments was to make my affair swell up bigger than I had ever known it, as well as putting moving picture girls squirting cum me in a kind of flutter all squirter stories over, in fact I can't describe how she made me feel. The next night I had been asleep about a couple of hours when I was suddenly awakened by someone bringing a light into my room; it was Auntie Clara in her nightdress. "Harry," she said, "I feel so nervous, pray do come and sleep with me, I don't like to ask the servants, and you can slip back into your room in the morning." I was too pleased to say no, and soon found myself in her bed nestling close to her, with my face between her soft bubbles.

She at once asked me if my affair was stiff, and seemed astonished to find it again hard when she caressed it, as I told her it had been quite limp all day. She kissed me again and again, telling me it proved I was getting to be a man. "But, Harry darling, you must never say a word about it. Would you like to be my little squirt carly gif husband and always sleep with me?" "Oh, Auntie, that would be delightful, would you marry me if I was a man?" I asked in reply. "Yes, darling, and I will wait till you grow squirt gun sluts up, if you promise now to be my husband, and keep secret everything between us." How we played together after I gave her my solemn promise. She let me feel her all over, got out of bed, lighted three or four candles, squirt gun sluts and stripped herself quite naked for me to see what she was like. She made me kiss her lovely cunt, all covered and shaded by dark chestnut hair as it was, and assured me I should soon also have hair round the roots of my cock, then she showed me how to be a husband to her, and made me work my little cock in her till she almost drowned it in her spendings.

So you see I have been engaged to be married ever since then, and every time we squirt gun sluts have a chance Aunt Clara accords me all the rights of a husband. She says we have only to wait a year or two now, as she has a handsome income, enough for us both if my parents object. This was the end of the seance, the subjects were all put in order and restored to consciousness, and the Doctor quietly whispered to Mr. Etheridge that he should like to bring his two nieces after the Sunday evening service, to be mesmerized again and have their maidenheads taken, it would be such a treat to see it done. It is not necessary to weary the reader by full details of how Frank and Harry did this for them, to complete the satisfaction of their reverend uncle, who again enjoyed the delights of being sandwiched between his host and hostess, and helped them to realise every erotic imagination of their hearts. By way of conclusion it will perhaps be squirt gun sluts interesting to relate the experiences of a young lady (none other than Minette) who paid a visit to this charming family in later days. The account is taken from a letter sent to a gentleman friend, to whom she was much attached at the time.

One day we were all taken into what I imagined to be the drawing room, but afterwards ascertained it was a place strictly confined to the private use of the family and that but one confidential servant was ever allowed to enter it, for the purpose of cleaning, dusting, and keeping it in order. The walls were hung with pictures of the most exciting character, and in the centre of the room squirt gun sluts was a huge bed, covered with crimson velvet and stuffed with down, but without any of the ordinary bed-clothing, instead there were a quantity of cushions variously shaped and also covered with velvet. Some of these were fitted with concealed dildoes, so that when pressed between the thighs the most delightful frigging could be produced. Some were fitted with artificial cunts for the use of gentlemen, if they felt so inclined. There were flogging machines of every description, and various articles of furniture for supporting the body in peculiar positions which might be required while being fucked, sucked, or squirt gun sluts buggered. The door pussy squirts animated was no sooner closed than I was seized by Frank and his mother and squirt gun sluts tumbled on the bed, where they rummaged every part of my body, bottom-hole, cunt, and bubbies, and at last forced one of the dildo-cushions between my thighs and compelled me to frig myself upon it, while they pulled up my clothes and slapped my poor arse for some minutes without mercy, laughing and enjoying my screams as my tender rump plunged up and down in exquisite pain.