She went quickly to the cow-shed, put down the milking-stool, sat down and began again tugging at a cow’s teats, I again standing by her side with my privates hanging outside my trowsers. The identity of “Walter” is unknown. XXX I don’t suppose that more than twenty minutes had passed between my first, and my second poke, still my prick remained stiff. Some years before I had seen a farm-girl whose name was Pender, a fine lass with a merry face, and lightish brown hair; she must then I suppose have been about seventeen years old. I partly coaxed, partly pulled her, she looked uneasily round the farm-yard, and we entered the cow-shed. 5. My sincere apologies to the author of the Novel and readers for editing, or modifying the underage content, if any, to make it suitable for publishing in Modern
