standing beside me, but instead of her face I saw her huge pussy; and I kept muttering the above quoted phrase to myself.
I must, have looked at her with scrutinizing astonished eyes, for the virago seemed for a moment quite abashed.
"Why are you looking at me so surprised?" she asked.
"Oh! nothing."
"Still, you seem so bewildered," added she coaxingly.
"I… I think I've been dreaming."
"About what? my pretty pet!"
"I… I don't think I remember."
"Now just suppose you' try a little."
I was itching to ask, still I durst not.
"Come, you are a darling of a child, do try and think what it was."
I paused for a moment, then encouraged by her loving words, and prompted by the curiosity I felt:
"Mrs Lachand…" said I, with a fluttering heart and a trembling voice.
"Well? my love."
"Please, will you tell me what futtering is?"
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