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In the last chapter Cchubby managed to find out the reason why his mom would not let any one fuck her. He asked his mother to let him finger fuck her which she agreed and ended fucking her without her knowledge. Continue....

It was already late afternoon and we had to pick up dad and Stella from the airport. So on reaching home we started to pack our things to go back when a call from dad came.

Mom put the speakers of the phone on for me to listen to their conversation.

“Hello Honey, we will be back by tomorrow evening flight. I wanted to come back today but Stella insisted on staying back for another day. Have you finished your work with the lawyer?”

If Stella is insisting to staying back for another night, means that she has not been able to get her dad to fuck her yet I thought to myself.

“Yes dear but we will have to come back again, as there are some changes to the documents. Since you are coming back tomorrow I think we will stay back for another night. We will pick you up from the airport tomorrow OK dear?” Mom replied.

“How is Chubby? Is he OK?" Dad inquired.

“He was very sad for fear that I may not have time for him and not pay any attention to him as before.” Mom replied.

“Dear, please comfort him and tell him that I will not monopolize you for myself. You will always be there whenever he may need you.” Dad advised mom.

“Don’t worry dear, he needed me very badly yesterday and I did my best and comforted him last night. I managed to convince him that I will always be there for him, whenever he may need me.” Mom replied, winking at me with a smile.

“You don’t mind me staying another night with him dear? I am sure that will make him very happy.”

“Of course not dear, Go ahead and……. And…..”

“What are you trying to say, dear? Mom asked knowing very well what dad was trying to say.

“I mean this is a good opportunity for you to fulfill your urge for him. Why don’t you…………?” Dad hinted to mother.

No dear, he is too innocent, even to think about me in that way. He loves me too much as his loving mother. What about you. Did you manage to…………with Stella?”

“No dear but ever since she met her uncle, she has been much attached to me. She has been holding on to me, most of the time.” You know dear, when she holds me so tightly that her soft breast rubs against my body. She caused me to have my erection few times already.” Dad informed mom.

“Then why don’t you start by hugging her under the pretext of comforting her, try touching her breast accidentily and see her response.”

“Well let’s wait and see,” was all dad could say. You take care of your son do whatever it takes to make him happy.”

“Don’t worry dear; I know exactly what will make him happy. We went to his favorite restaurant last night but we could not get his favorite dish. Tonight I will make sure that he gets what he missed last night.” Mom replied putting her hand on my cock.

“OK dear Bye, enjoy yourself and see you tomorrow.”

“So you heard that. Your dad has requested me to make you happy, whatever it takes. We have another night with his full permission to complete what we could not do last night.” Mom reminded me.

“What was it that we could not complete last night mom? I asked.

“I was supposed to give you a blow job last night. Instead you ended up fucking me and there was no foreplay by you. You did not even touch my body properly. She replied.

“OK mom I will confess. I did not make love to you because I knew you will not let me fuck you. I was only interested to know why you were not letting any cock to enter you. Now that is solved. So what are your plans for tonight?”

“Well my plan for tonight is to get fucked by my wonderful handsome son. Not that phony character that I went out with last night. Won’t you fuck me tonight as my son and not a phony character?”

“Mom I would love to do just that. The mere thought of fucking you as son has already got me aroused.

We lay in bed in each other’s arms fondling each other, to rest for a while before going out for dinner. Around seven we got up, washed ourselves and went out for dinner. Mom was wearing one piece long blouse.

After dinner went to the bar sitting down facing each other, all the while looking into each other’s eyes with a big smile on their faces. After a couple of drinks later

Mom, Shall we dance? I want to hold you in my arms and feel you.

“Yes son I too like to do just that.”

I took her to the floor, put my arms around her and pulled her close to me and gave her a tight hug.

I put my lips on hers and started to lick them until there were wet. Then I gave her a long kiss. I whispered into her ears,

“Mom, you are so beautiful and sexy. Can I have the pleasure of fucking you tonight?”

“Why wait to get back home. You can fuck me right now on the floor if you so desire to."

I bit her ear and said, “Mom you are not drunk tonight so stop the drama.”

I put my hand under her loose blouse and started rubbing her soft and smooth skin and slowly caught her breast and started to fondle them. I then slowly started kissing her on her shoulders, using my tongue licking her on the neck and tickling her ears with my tongue, making mom to hold him even tighter. She was very quiet.

“ Mom are you ok?” I asked.

“ What do you think? I am a machine? With all that rubbing, kissing and necking you have got me all wet and dripping down there.”

I put my hand on her cunt and cupped it, as if cleaning her cunt dry.

“Mom you are wonderful mother. You took care of me as a baby, brought me up and now ……….. You……….You"

“Am I not taking still taking care of you?” Mom asked.

“Yes and now you have taken the role of a lover. I feel sooooooo good (giving her a tight hug)

“Son 25 years ago I planted a tree. Nourished it and now it is beginning to bear fruits of joy. Don’t I have the right to taste the fruits of joy of my efforts?

“ Sure you do. You can go on enjoying your fruits of joy as long as you live.”

The hugging, kissing, necking and rubbing went on for about half hour. Occasionally rubbing and squeezing her firm breast.

“ Son Shall we go back. I am so wet and I don’t want to wet the floor. I cannot wait to get back home FOR REAL ACTION.”

“Sure mom lets go.”

When we reached home the time was 11pm. We went straight to the bedroom. Took each other into their arms and started to kiss each other on the lips, both trying to push our tongues into the others mouth.

Slowly I unzipped her one piece blouse and let it to drop to the ground. There she was all naked in front of me. She too went for my trouser unzipped and let it drop to the ground. Slowly took out my shirt and there I was all naked in front of her. We stood at a distance looking at each other from head to foot admiring each other’s body for a while.

“You have a beautiful body mom. I can go on watching it for the whole of the night.”

Mom made me sit on the edge of the bed. Slowly she started to rub my legs up and down, slowly up to my thighs pressing the muscles softly. She then put her head between my thighs and started to lick the thighs sending electrical shocks throughout my body.

She then caught hold of my balls with both her hands holding them as weighing them. She then put them into her mouth and slowly started to suck them. Oh my god it felt sooo good that I cannot describe the feeling I was having.

She then took cock in between her two hands and started to rub her hands with his cock in between. Caught it and squeezed for few minutes. She then caught my cock with one hand the other slowly to the cock head slowly and gently pushing his fore skin back. The cock head was all wet with my juice coming out of my cock head. She slowly used her fore finger and slowly started to rub my cock head.

“aowwwww mom I can’t stand it. Please stop it.”

Mom did not stop but carried on rubbing gently so as not to damage the cock head. I was wriggling twisting my body wildly. Suddenly I felt that I was going shoot my juice out.

“Mom I am going to cum.”

“No son control yourself. Don’t shoot yet for your mother’s sake. Pleaaaaseeeee.

She still went on rubbing my cock head slowly. I tried my best to control and suddenly I felt as though there was a road block and the urge to shoot was no more there. I relaxed myself.

“How do you feel now?” Mom inquired.

“Mom my love for you has helped me to get rid of the urge to shoot. I am in control of myself now.”

After few more minutes she slowly took my cock head in between her lips and started to bite with her lips. Then taking her tongue out she slowly started to lick my cock head up and down, round and round slowly increasing the pressure and started to suck my cock head. Oh god what a feeling.

I was moaning with pleasure from the best blow job I never ever had in my life. Never ever have any woman I went out with gave me such pleasure. They were all in a hurry to give a quick blow job and to go for the penetration.

Mom then slowly took the whole of my cock into her mouth and started sucking it. She used her tongue to lick my cock all round it. I looked into her face and saw that she was not just obliging me for the blow job but she was really enjoying as if eating her favorite dish.

I was so pleased to see the glow on her face. I looked at the clock on the wall and it was 12 o’clock. Wow! One hour of blow job and I felt that it was only few minutes. The best thing was that I did not have any urge to shoot. I was well in control of my body.

Finally she pushed me on the bed and slowly kissing at my hip joint area, started to run her fingers through my cock hair and suddenly caught my hairs and gave a hard pull. Ouch that hurt mom.

“Where were you all the while? Not once you touched my body.”

“I was in the seventh heaven mom. I was enjoying it so much that I got lost in the world of pleasure and did not even realize that the time was passing so fast.

“Son, now you know how a woman feels when men go down to the cunt and play with the clitoris.”

She slowly moved up to my naval and started to lick it up to my breast. She took my nipple into her warm mouth and started to lick and suck both my nipples turn by turn.

Went up to my neck and started to play with my ears. I did not realize that even playing with my ears could give such pleasure. Finally she whispered into my ears.

“Hey lover boy what happened? Why so quiet? Are you lost for words? What happened to all the dirty talk you were having all the time. Say something.”

I could feel her breathing heavily almost out of breath. Her body was warm and soft like cotton. Her nipples were throbbing. I pressed them with my fingers.

“Mom, Are you tired already? I am going to fuck and fuck you for whole for the night, until you ask me to stop.”My father gave you pain and you lost 25 years of fucking. I want to give you so much pleasure for the rest of your our lives that you will forget what my father did to you.” I teased her.

There was a big smile on mom’s face and said, “Yes son, you are right, you don’t enjoy a fuck in a hurry. Take all the time you want to fuck me. I love being fucked by you. Make me enjoy every moment of it.

Like me mom too enjoyed talking dirty. The way she kept using the word fuck again and again was a stimulant by itself. Another hour had gone by so fast that it was like we were making love for few minutes only.

I then laid her flat on the bed and I lay on my left side. I put my left arm under her neck and my right leg on her body. I then ran my right hand over her body slowly rubbing her smooth body. I fondled her breast which was firm like tennis ball. I squeezed them, sometimes softly then firmly. I could see her nipples starting to grow. It was thrilling to watch the nipples growing. Around the nipple I saw pimple pimples coming out.

I caught her nipples with my two fingers and put my thumb on the top and started to rub it. Mom was moaning with her eyes closed, breathing very heavily

Ooooffff……….Aaaaaah yes rub harder ooooooowwwwww soooooo niccccee. She started to wriggle her body. I did this for more than 10 minutes on both her breast.

I then put my mouth on her breast took her nipples into my mouth using my lips to bite them and slowly squeezing them. I then pulled her nipples as if trying to pull them out of her body. Mom continued to moan and her legs together trying to squeeze her cunt tightly. I took my right hand down to feel her cunt and put my finger in side her cunt. It was so wet and when my finger went in jets of her juices were shooting out of her vagina walls.

“Mom, when did you install a jet gun in your cunt?” I joked. “You are splashing my finger as if an enemy has entered into a restricted area and you are shooting them away.”

I then took my finger out to go there later as I want to explore and know the whole of her body bit by bit.

Son, your finger was not the first enemy that got chased away. I have shot dozens of unknown enemies since we started.”

Wow! I did not realize that mom had cummed dozens of times. I then lifted her breast and started to bite them under there. I started to get excited and became rough. I then began to rub and massage her front and right side of her body. I started biting every part of her lovely body. Mom got so excited that she put her arms around me and hugged me so tightly with her legs wrapped around me and was moaning loudly.

“Son, what are you waiting for? Put that 8 inches of your cock in to your mom’s cunt and fuck her. Fuck me son, fuck me. I can’t wait. Are you going to put it in or do you want me to guide that cock of yours to my burning cunt. Fuck me son fuck me she kept pleading. Oh god I can’t wait for that 8 inches of meat to go into my fucking cunt.”

“Mom I have not seen that fucking cunt of yours yet. Let me have a look at it first before I put this 8 inches cock of mine into your fucking cunt.”

“Why are you torturing me son? Go, go and see my fucking cunt and see how it is suffering and crying for that cock of yours. See it and satisfy yourself then fucccck me. I can’t wait.”

I was so surprised that my mom was talking so dirty and wondered what got in to her. But I loved all that dirty talk. I got up and pulled her to the edge of the bed and I got on my knees on the floor. I put her legs over my shoulders and there I was having my face right at the entrance of her lovely pinkish cunt. I could feel the heat of her cunt. I put my fingers on her cunt and slowly rubbed her soft and wet cunt on the outside.

She was so aroused and her body relaxed that when I touched her cunt she could not bear the touch as her cunt was so very sensitive that she gripped my head with her legs that my mouth reached her cunt. I took out my tongue and started to lick the nice sweet smelling juices. I loved the taste very much. I then put my tongue on her swollen clitoris and licked it. Mom just could not take it any longer.

“Son, stop whatever you want to do now. Keep it for next time. Get up and put that cock or yours into my cunt and fuck me before I go crazy."

I did not want to torture her any more. So I laid her on her back on the bed and got in between her legs, putting them one on my left and the other on my right. I caught my cock to put it into her cunt. Mom stopped me.

“Allow me to guide that cock of yours into my cunt.” She caught it and put it on the entrance of her cunt and said, “Now slowly push it in.”

I slowly pushed it in inch by inch and finally the whole or the 8 inches was inside her. I pushed my cock in and out few times and stopped to feel her contractions in her vagina. The contractions were trying to pull my cock in deeper like quicksand. Suddenly she started to moan and groan, tightening her grip around my body just like last night. Only this time I did not panic as I knew that she was having her orgasm.

Ooooooo aaaaaaaahhhhh my god I am going mad. Again like last night she hugged me so tight and with her sexy sounds that I too started to moan like her. We both slummed and went soft. After a while I wanted to take my cock out which was still hard as I had not shot my juice yet.

“No leave it there” mom said. Suddenly with the movement she went into contractions again. Oh god I am going to cum again. She caught hold of me so tight and started to go wild fuck you son, fuck you what have done to me Oh god what’s happening. She caught hold of me even tighter and rolled over on top of me and started motion as if she was a male and started to fuck me vigorously faster and faster. Fuck me son fuck me hard. Pleeeeeaaaasssseeee fuck me harder please harder. She was going wild with pleasure. I realized that all the dirty talk we have been having, had aroused her to such an extent she was having her orgasm.

Every time we moved she would have her contraction stimulated and have her orgasm again. I lost count of the time and the number of times she had her orgasms.

Slowly she slowed down slummed breathing very heavily and body going cold. Looking at the clock it was three o’clock. Wow what a marathon.

“Mom, mom,” she did not response

I realized that all the cumming and the orgasms she had, exhausted her so much that she was fast asleep. I did not want to wake her up so I let her sleep in my arms. She slept for about half an hour and woke up and lay flat on her back.

“Mom, how are you?

“Wonderful my son.” and gave me a big hug. I gave my mom a passionate kiss on her lips and started to rub her body which was still soft and tender, nice to touch and feel. Her body was so tender and sensitive that every time I ran my hands over her body she was shivering and trembling with delight. It looks like she had not unwound herself yet and was still in her arousal state. I moved back against the bed railings in sitting position.

Mom noticed that I still had a hard on. She caught it in her hands and said,

“I am sorry that I did not realize that you have not ejaculated yet. Come let me fuck you. You have fucked me and now I want to fuck you.

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Bootleg A Memoir Chapter 2

Email- [email protected] I'm looking for an assistant apply by emailing. Chapter 2 -- The Choice. Brant Everard was six months younger than I. I haven't seen him for years, but I remember him very clearly. He was tall, slender as a willow, and fair skinned. He wore his dark hair in ringlets and favored lacy collars and cuffs. With a simple handshake between my stepfather and his father, our engagement was arranged. I was livid, but my opinion was of no consequence. The...

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Memoir of a Young Mistress Pt 07

Emily woke up feeling refreshed and excited. The best way she could describe the feeling was the way you feel on your birthday. Or maybe the last day of school, although her memories of public school were faded. Emily attended kindergarten and first grade, but about halfway through second grade, an increasing number of letters home to her parents from a frustrated teacher got her pulled out of school and her mom opted for home schooling. According to the teacher, Emily was ‘disruptive’. Yes,...

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Memoir of a Young Mistress Pt 06

Ted pulled out of the space at the park. It was fall, but still warm out, and his car air conditioner blew cool air in his face and on his arms, and made him shiver from the evaporation of the sweat that had covered his skin. He was reveling inside at what he had just done. ‘I made a girl cum on the phone,’ he thought. ‘Not just a girl,’ he added, ‘Emily. I made Emily cum. Shit. I made a teenage girl cum just by talking to her.’ Ted felt powerful. Primal, male ego surged inside him. As he...

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Memoir of a Young Mistress Pt 01

It all started because Emily had a cold. It was a disappointment in more ways than one. First, having a cold sucked. Nothing tasted right, everything hurt, and overall, she was miserable. Second, she loved going to Youth Group on Sundays. All of her favorite friends were there. Having been home schooled since second grade wasn’t conducive to making much of a circle of friends, so the group at Sea Coast Baptist Church was her social life. Third, today was a special Sunday, it was the first...

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Memoir of a Young Mistress Pt 05

Ted tried to fall asleep and failed. There was just too much adrenaline. So many things were bouncing around his head, all fighting for his attention. He got up, dressed, and left the bedroom. His wife saw him from the kitchen. ‘I thought you were taking a nap.’ ‘I was, but I just realized why I couldn’t sleep. I need to finish next month’s lesson plans. You know how the CE chair gets bent out of shape if I don’t have them ready on time.’ ‘Oh…can’t you work on them here?’ ‘Normally, yeah,...

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Memoir of a Young Mistress Pt 03

Emily’s heart was racing. ‘He said I was amazing and he said I had a beautiful smile and he flirted with me…sorta…,’ she thought. Her first impulse was to take her phone and text every girl that would care…Sierra first, of course, then Amy, Kayla, maybe even Tawny. Then she caught herself. ‘The only way they’d believe me is if I could show them, and I’m sick so they can’t come over.’ She looked back at the laptop screen, scrolling back up over the messages, and then back down to his last...

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Memoir of a Young Mistress Pt 09

It was late fall now, and Emily and Ted had managed to find ways to see each other on a regular basis. No one had taken notice as far as either of them could tell. Neither of Emily’s parents was big on attending church, so offering her a ride to and from rehearsals for the praise band seemed perfectly natural, and gave them regular opportunities to have private conversations to plan their secret meetings. On average, they were having ‘secret dates’ about once a week. Ted always waited until...

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Memoir of a Young Mistress Pt 04

About ten minutes ago, Emily did something very out of character for someone so introverted. She’d never figure out what gave her the courage, but she’d sent Ted a text. He replied almost immediately, and they began talking comfortably, as if they’d been friends for years. More than friends, actually. The conversation had quickly gone down a path she never thought she’d discuss so freely with an adult in a text conversation. Not to say she wasn’t enjoying it immensely, she found herself...

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Memoir of a Young Mistress Pt 08

‘This is my thinking tree,’ said Ted, as he knelt down on the jacket. ‘Let me show you how it works.’ Emily knelt next to him, and he sat with his back against the old tree. Knees bent, he spread his legs and invited her to sit, and lean back against his chest. Emily didn’t hesitate, and lay back against him, leaning to one side so she could see his face. She’d never been this close to Ted’s face, and craned her neck and studied it. She saw the stubble that was always there, even on Sunday...

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Memoir of a Young Mistress Pt 02

Emily cycled through all her MySpace friends’ pages, as well as the ones Ted operated. There were still no videos from the morning worship service. ‘Ted.’ She called him that in her head and it was fine, but she didn’t have the nerve to do it at church, so he was always ‘Mister Ted’ in public. It’s not that she didn’t want to, but she thought it was too familiar. Most of the other girls called him Ted, but she couldn’t bring herself to cross that line, not yet anyway. Kayla’s page was full of...

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My heart flutters as I hear him call out, "Blow me, Slut!" I love serving my Sir. I run from my room. My tits bounce and sway as each foot lightly hits the floor. I enter the dark chambers and my pussy tingles. My Sir is a beautiful vision laying on his bed. His cock is thick and hard and it looks like it is ready to be sucked. I slowly walk over to him, unbuttoning my blouse, exposing my tits. Each nipple is hard with anticipation. "Permission to sit up on your bed, Sir," I whisper as I bow...

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Just A Memoir Of You

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I am awake now. The long green curtains are still drawn yet I can see behind them that it is daylight now. Morning. Early.I am naked and lying on the top of the covers of the double bed - her bed.I move my head slowly to the left and see that she is still asleep with her long, thick and curly chestnut hair splayed out on the pillow. She is naked too.I run my eyes, feeling kind of like a voyeur and a little guiltily, over the exposed flesh of her body which is half-turned towards me.Her head is...

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P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 1

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P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 2

I am, sir," Dorian Gray went on, "a gentleman who has sold his very soul for a very foolish purpose -- to keep my youth and beauty." "Oh, come sir do you expect me to believe..." I stopped, clamping my lips shut remembering the events of the last hour. "I see you recall the rather strange sight of me being dashed against the pavement and run over rough-shod by the carriage, eh?" I could barely nod my agreement. He casually poured himself another brandy and offered me more of the...

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P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 3

At university the following morning I studied my fellow third year students looking for one who was truly my peer. I say this not because I'm a snob, although I may well be one. But because of the age difference and my military service, both of which have caused me to be more mature physically and mentally then they. Not only did I not find one among them that I thought might make a worthwhile contribution to my sexual dilemma; but I reached a decision in the process of examining them and...

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P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 4

October 1857 Several months passed quickly and I had all but forgotten the Mooring sisters. Still I had not had any but the slightest intimacies with a female of any age since that last afternoon of carnal wantonness. I concerned myself with getting my home in order, going to Sotheby's on a weekly basis and picking up excellent pieces, both of art and furniture and appliances. Finally, with the house fully furnished and both a housekeeper and servant hired, I decided it was time to look...

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P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 5

Doll, using her dainty left hand, gently stroked the length of my prick and on reaching it's zenith, spied a droplet of my seed appear at the tip. I pursed my lips and waited tensely to see what would transpire. I say this because women tend to react differently to the actions of a man's prick. While almost all but the most jaded are somewhat fascinated by this wondrous instrument, they go about handling one differently. That Dolly was no stranger to a man's pride and joy was evident from...

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P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 6

And so it came to be that Dolly moved into Number 7 Saville Row with me. Neither the housekeeper, nor the manservant raised an eyebrow over it for which I was exceedingly grateful. Now I had done some introspective thinking around this time and concluded that I was not a very outgoing personage. I had few, if any friends. I had but few acquaintances; and worse I was perfectly comfortable with the situation. With Dolly as my daily and evening companion my sex life was more than enjoyable. For...

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P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 7

I am not about to give an opinion as to the propriety or impropriety of capital punishment. On this point good men have differed, and will differ, I dare say, for some time to come. What I wish to impress upon the reader is the horrible nature and atrocious effect of a public execution. Dolly and I were passing by Newgate a few weeks later. Twas a Sunday and outside the formidable prison a considerable crowd was gathering. There were respectable men with their wives and children staring at...

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P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 9

That evening, following supper, Baring revealed his ulterior motive. The man was a complete cad. It goes without saying that he had a fixation on seducing young girls, but he now correctly assumed that I had one as well. "Mr. Fogg," said he, "let us get down to brass tacks, shall we?" "You have my undivided attention, sir," I said looking him in the eye. "You are aware that I have a... shall we say, propensity for young women. The younger the better, but not so young as you might...

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P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 10

On arriving the following day, I was greeted by Abigail Courtney Baring who provided me with a tour of their sumptuous home and grounds as a pretext in meeting her eldest daughter, Nicole. We found her in the music room. It was a high-ceilinged room containing a grand piano and decorated with wall paintings of satyrs and nymphs romping through a garden, very much like the one around the house, and accompanied by fawns playing pan pipes. The windows, which the paintings surrounded, looked out...

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P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 12

"I truly believe I love you Abigail." "I love you too, Phileas. Now, please tell me why my husband has you here as his guest?" I was silent for a moment, thinking furiously. Then I began to tell her a blatantly concocted tale designed the turn her against Sir Baring and grant me leeway to her daughter Nicole. Knowing that the best of lies are as truthful as possible, I began thusly: "Dearest Abigail, your husband is a very wealthy man. I myself am not poor, but he has it within his...

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P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 13

When Abigail left me, I decided to proceed with my seduction of Nicole even though it filled me with guilt and a certain dread of what would surely follow. A few minutes before ten, Nicole knocked on my door and inquired if I wanted some tea. Opening the door I found the scamp had it there with her on a tray. She smiled and then giggled, then said with a humorous sagacity far beyond her years, "Tis for our walk, Mr. Fogg." "Fuel?" I inquired innocently, knowing she meant to fill my...

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