"But won't it hurt?" I again asked.
"No, you silly! How can it hurt? Well, it's finished now, but it was fine. You must let me do it again another time, won't you?"
I replied that I would, and he pulled his member out of me, wiped it and wiped my bottom carefully also.
"There you are. It's all right. It won't hurt really," he assured me, when he had finished doing this.
"We will put the light out and go to sleep now," he went on.
We pulled on our nightshirts again, and Bob arranged the bedclothes comfortably, after which we settled down snugly, my companion putting one arm round me, and in this position I remained until sleep claimed me within a very short time.
So ended my first day away from home-a day during which so much had been added to my knowledge of life that part of it came into my dreams.
CHAPTER TWO. A NEW ACQUAINTANCE
When I opened my eyes next morning, I found Bob already awake, and he greeted me with a cheery, "Good-morning!"
"Is it time to get up yet, Bob?" I asked, after returning his salutation: "Very nearly," he replied. "How is your cock this morning?"
"It feels rather funny," I said, as I pushed down the clothes and exposed it. "Do you know, I was dreaming last night about you playing with it."
Bob laughed. "That accounts for things then. I woke up early this morning, and had a feel, and your cock was as stiff as a poker."
A few minutes later a servant mocked at the door to call us, so we rose and dressed leisurely, getting downstairs just in time for breakfast.
It was Sunday, but the Rutherfords were not very strict Sabbatarians, and after we got back from church Bob gave me a lesson in billiards, while in the afternoon the colonel took us for a drive. As we were leaving the following day, we stayed up rather longer after dinner than on the previous evening, and it was eleven o'clock ere we reached the privacy of our bedroom.