They were evidently high-spirited girls, to guess from the laughing and joking which seemed going on between them in the bed-room, and presently a succession of gurgling rills could be distinctly heard when they used the pot-de‹hambre to relieve their slightly distended bladders.

Charlie rapped at the folding doors, saying, "I wish you ladies would lend us your spare chamber, we're simply bursting for relief."

"Are you, my dears?" said Lena, opening the door, pot in hand, "it's something thicker than water you want to get rid of I expect, and I'll wager a sovereign, not one of you can make water if I hold the chamber. Now, try! Come Clara and Alice to see fair!"

Charlie tried first, but the thoughts of Clara, and Lena's wicked looks produced such an erection, that he rushed from the pot, and placed his p — k in Clara's hand, asking her to ease him at once. Nothing loth she drew him to the side of her bed, and raising her clothes exposed the lovely cleft to his amorous gaze.

"My fanny always expects a little kiss first," she whispered to him, as her face slightly flushed, which added very considerably to her beauty.

Charlie was on his knees in a moment, paying his devotions to that divinely delicate-looking, pink slit, just shaded as it was by reddish golden hair, as soft as the finest silk. His tongue divided its juicy lips, searching out her pretty clitoris, which at once stiffened under the lascivious osculation. It was more like a rabbit's p-k than anything, and his fingers could just uncover its rosy head as he gently frigged it, sucking at the same time.

A perfect shudder of emotion thrilled through her body.

"Oh, oh! F — k me, quick; your kisses have set me on fire!"

Suiting the action to the words, she threw herself backwards across the bed, and Charlie rose to the charge in a moment, throwing himself over her, gluing his lips to hers, as his distended weapon forced its way between the moist but yielding lips of her tight little quim.