“I haven't touched a woman's foot for a long while,” said he. “You know when the last time was.”

“I'll bet,” said she, “you have screwed half a dozen women since then.” He protested he hadn't even seen a woman's ankles.

“Why,” said he, “I am getting so I hardly dare turn over in bed at night for fear of breaking it off.”

“If your case is so bad as that,” said the old lady, “you ought to get some relief.”

“Well, let's go in the bedroom and see if we can't do something for it,” said he.

“Wait till I see where Laura is,” said the old woman, as she started for the door.

“Never mind,” Mr. Brown said, “I saw her down in the field just now; there is no danger from her.”

I heard Mrs. Hall lock the door, then she and Mr. Brown entered the bedroom. They proceeded to business at once. Mrs. Hall pulled up her skirts, unbuttoned her drawers, and took them off. Mr. Brown took off his coat, vest, and pants, then pulling up his shirt he showed her what a terrible swelling he had.

“What a terrible state the darling is in, to be sure,” said she, taking it in her hand. “I think it needs a hair poultice. That will soon take the swelling down and draw the matter out of it.”

Retaining her hold of it, she backed up to the bed and threw herself over on her back. She was evidently experienced in such matters, for she took pains to get in a comfortable position before letting him get between her legs. I could not help admiring her beautiful legs, indeed I would not have thought her past forty from what I could see of her form. But Mr. Brown soon got into place and buried his charmer in her body. She hugged him closely as if she would have been glad to take him all in. Evidently the presence of his champion in her pussy gave her great pleasure, for after the hug she gave him she drew a long breath and said, “After all, there is nothing in the world that gives such exquisite pleasure as fucking.”