This vision of domestic bliss made me draw in a breath to sigh-but then I held it. Was that a sob I heard? The sound of struggling in the alley between the courthouse and St. Mary's? The voice was clearly female, young and troubled, so I fastened my reins and hopped down from my buggy. No one else was around, and the tolling of the church's huge bell would soon drown out any evidence of her distress.

When I rounded the corner, however, it was I who fell victim: the young lady in question was indeed being stabbed, from behind, by the most prodigious cock I'd ever seen. Even as my feet retreated, my gaze locked on uplifted skirts and loosened bloomers exposing a plump, rounded backside, which quivered with each thrust of her young stud's member. In and out of her he drove, his pants dangling around his knees and his balls slap-slap-slapping against her wet flesh. They must've been mad with passion, to be going after it out here on a snowy day! Wisps of steam rose between them each time their bodies parted.

The young man then inserted himself so deeply, his lover's feet left the ground. Her ecstatic cry rang out between the brick buildings, punctuating his guttural groan as he pressed her against the courthouse wall. My muscles clenched in sympathy with the girl…my God, how deep must he be inside her? I had to curl my fingers into a fist to keep from finding out, for they were itching to slip inside a cleft that had grown so hot and wet, my drawers were sticking to my skin down there. I gripped the corner of the cold masonry, both to ease my fever and to keep from moaning and calling attention to myself.

Yet when the lovers froze, still joined by those several inches of piston that would've done a draft horse proud, I instinctively glanced up.