The effect on the widow was rapid. She moved uneasily, grinding the tremendous bottom into my thighs, pressed my head spasmodically to her bosom and sighed. Into her eyes came a glazed look-the look of lust and lewdness that is familiar enough to me now. Her fingers twittered through my hair, played with my ears and neck, and then she burst out, 'I must kiss your naked flesh, too.' Feverishly she undid the buttons of the soft shirt I was wearing and fastened her lips on my neck.

At this moment Ethel returned. She, too, was in a wrapper and prepared for the fray. Her eyes gleamed as she saw the great milky bosoms hanging out and my face buried in them. She came at once to her mother's assistance.

'Isn't he charming, Ethel? Harry has been good enough to kiss me, oh! so nicely, as you see, and he is making me feel just lovely. And now I am going to kiss him there, too.' Here was seduction reversed with a vengeance! Where the bold lover usually urges the timid girl step by step, and takes possession of her virginal charms in due order till he arrives at the primest of all, these two daring women revenged the wrongs of their sex on a poor unprotected boy by submitting him to a similar process.

My waistcoat was unbuttoned and the singlet followed. Rose turned the lapels back and exposed my chest. Praising the firm robust flesh and remarking admiringly on the smoothness of my skin, she fastened on my nipples and began to tickle one with her tongue. Ethel leaned over and took possession of the other. The sensation was most agreeable and I felt that I should wet my breeches if it lasted.

'Oh ladies, dear ladies,' I remonstrated feebly, 'you overpower me. If you treat me like this, I don't know what will happen.' They chuckled delightedly and sucked all the more. Ethel transferred her mouth to mine and, to my horror, slipped her hand down inside my vest.