
I ceded my post of observation to Josephine. She watched a moment and her. hand closed over mine.
"Quick! They're finishing!" she whispered sib-ilantly, and moved to one side. Again I applied my eye and was just in time to see the conclusion of the spectacle. Marigold was not laughing now. There was a strained, set expression on her face seemed to be hying to effect a closer contact, now clasped about the fellow's head and she and in her wide staring eyes.
The Swede's hand was moving so rapidly the eye could scarcely follow it. A convulsive shudder passed over Marigold's body. She released his head from her grasp and sank back on the bed. As she did so, she put one of her feet against his shoulder and violently pushed him away from her. He fell over backward on the floor, his undersized cock rapidly lost its slight erection, arid curled limply down on his stomach. The show was over.
I climbed down from the table, lifted Josephine down, and without a word we repaired quickly to her room. I was in a veritable frenzy of lust and had hardly gotten my cock into her before the semen was flowing.
The result of this episode was to set me thinking along new lines and I questioned Josephine rather extensively about "franching" as the lingual, or bocal stimulation of the sexual organs is vulgarly called. There were establishments known as "french houses" where this particular kind of service was specialized in almost exclusively.
