Down went the hand again, and Ethel professed much amazement at the change she found.

'Why, it's all limp and soft now-not half the size it was-just like a boy's little thing.' 'Well, rub it, my dear, and it'll come back again in good time.' This the girl proceeded to do, and a most pleasurable feeling it was to have her soft hand toying with my most tender parts.

'I can't get at him properly this way,' complained Rose. Rising, she lifted her skirt to straddle my limbs, which enabled her deliberately to expose a pair of naked legs and part of her equally naked and voluminous thighs, showing she had nothing on but wrapper, shift and slippers. Ethel no doubt was similarly equipped. Seating herself across me, Rose first of all unbuttoned my trousers and revealed the play of her daughter's fingers on my cock.

'You won't be so pressed with your clothes loose; and you might take off your coat and waistcoat, Harry. Then we can cuddle you much better.' I did so with pleasure, whereupon, aided by Ethel, she smilingly pulled down shirt and singlet to my waist, leaving my torso barer than her own. Next she opened wrapper and chemise to the same extent, and applied her luxurious bubbies to my chest, rubbing them lasciviously against my naked flesh and setting up a gentle electric friction of a most exquisite description. Ethel said, 'I think, mamma dear, you will get on better if you are more undressed, too.' Without waiting for sanction she quietly pulled the clothes from her mother's shoulders and arms, and let them hang loose from her loins.

What a magnificent apparition the nude bust was! Never, so far, had I seen or thought of anything like it.