All the while his mouth was glued to mine and his tongue was playing inside, so that I hadn't breath to protest. I could feel his prick-by the way, Rose, excuse these vulgarities, but I am using the terms he employed. 'Yes, his usual term of endearment to me is "fat-arse" or "split-arse little fucker".' Then you are used to them and we may talk without reserve. I could feel his prick surging and thickening until I thought a regular mast was pressing against me, and that didn't make me any cooler, you can bet. When he finally got his hand into my cunt and began to tickle it I knew what he would be at, and with a last effort broke away and crouched in the corner of the tent. 'Go away, George,' I said: 'you are horribly rude. I won't be treated so. You know you have no right to take such liberties with an innocent girl.' He chuckled, approached nearer, and coolly pulled off his one scanty covering. His cock sprang out, erect and fiery, looking to my excited imagination a foot long and as thick as my wrist, I swear, Rose.' 'It isn't so big as that.' No, but think of my feelings at the moment. He gaily shook it at me, and asked me what I thought of it-wasn't it a beauty.

'Go away, you horrid beast, or I'll scream. Don't you touch me!' 'Scream away, my dear. Who will hear you? Come, Lucy, be reasonable. I want to fuck you, and you know it; and you want it, too, or you wouldn't have stood my pulling you about so much.' I indignantly denied it, and exclaimed I would never allow it. What did he take me for to treat me so, and what would the other girls say? 'Oh, you needn't worry about the others. Maud has had a long cock up her quim since we came here, and I have poked Tottie myself. Clara will lose her maidenhead today if Tom gets her by herself, and so will you.