Then and not till then, she stood up, and bending over me, as I lay, kissed me on the forehead, whispering: 'There! Jack, now I love you twenty times more than ever.'*

I gazed into the lovely face in speechless adoration.

'Why don't you say something?' she cried. 'Is there anything else you want me to do?'

'Yes,' I answered, 'there is.'

'Out with it, then.'

'I am simply dying to see your breasts, naked.'

'Why, you darling, of course, you shall! Stay there a minute.'

Off she whisked again, and almost before I could realize she had gone, I looked up and she was before me. She had taken off everything but her chemise and stockings, the former lowered beneath her breasts.

Any attempt to describe the beauties thus laid bare to my adoring gaze must necessarily fall absurdly short of the reality. Her neck, throat and arms were full and exquisitely rounded, bearing no trace of juvenile immaturity.

Her breasts, however, were of course the objects of my special and immediate attention. Size, perfection of form and colour, I had never seen their equals, nor could the mind of man conceive anything so alluring as the coral nipples which stood out firm and erect, craving kisses. A wide space intervened between the two snowy hillocks which heaved a little with the haste of her late exertions. I gazed a moment in breathless delight and admiration, then rushing towards her, I buried my face in the enchanting valley, passed my burning lips over each of the neighbouring slopes and finally seized upon one after the other of the rosy nipples, which I sucked, mouthed and tongued with a frenzy of delight. *This is a fact, as every girl knows who has ever gamahuched and been gamahuched by the man or boy, she loves. As a link, it beats fucking out of the field. I've tried both and I know.-Flossie