'A charming picture-youth and beauty on both sides. That's right, Ethel-cuddle the dear lad. He deserves it.' She filled bumpers of wine and we all drank heartily. Rose filled my glass again, insisting that a man must want more than a woman. I easily guessed her intention was to excite me, and a glimmering of the truth dawned upon me, but I had, as yet, no idea of the depth of the plot hatched at the door a few moments before.
'Now, Ethel, run and remove your dress, too. I am sure you must be hot.' Ethel went off and her mother promptly took her place. A great soft mass of flesh pressed on my thighs, and spread out over each side of them. The insidious kisses rained upon me once more, and I could not help handling and then slily pinching the tempting arse. Rose smiled, lifted my hand, kissed it and put it in her bosom.
'There, dear, you may caress me freely; you will make me very happy and Ethel, too. Do you know, you rogue, somehow I feel if it had been you instead of those street vagabonds who had tried to take liberties with me I shouldn't have been able, or inclined, to offer much resistance. There is such a difference, you see, between a handsome young gentleman and scum like that.' Thereupon I made bold to open the wrapper and gaze upon the magnificent bubbies over which my hand had been delightedly wandering. They poured out, full, warm, luscious and tantalising, and I buried my face furiously in the glowing flesh. A pair of fairly large but shapely teats surmounted the white orbs, and I sucked them greedily.