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I found myself the client of the most tempt and concordant fellowship. The father was a fine, bountiful man of fifty-one years of age. His wife, quite vernal to him, was becoming plump. She was, however, evidently in the entire force out of health and strength, and although somewhat too prominent in bosom and belly, one could see by her remarkably finely weapon system how firm her flesh was. It was unmistakable also that her rump must be of stupendous proportions. Her whole step was business firm and elastic, her feet small, and altogether she gave you the notion of a most worthy charwoman who would necessitate the severeness out of any man. I at once marked her down for a determined attack. It will be seen in the future tense how far I succeeded.

I have already named the brother Frederick and the exquisite young baby Sophie. After dinner and coffee, we adjourned to the salon, in which I found various musical instruments, for the kinsperson were eminently melodic. The two sisters sat down to the pianoforte, while Frederick took out a champagne flute, and the father a violoncello, and we had various concert pieces played with bully acquirement and effect. After which the mother took her harmonica, which suited well her fully-developed build, and sang a delightful call with often acquirement and feeling. She was followed by a duet of the two sister, my darling Louisa taking her mother 's place at the harp, upon which instrument she was as skillful as on the piano.

It may easily be supposed that the evening passed away often too quickly. At eleven we retired to rest. I was very glad to have a calm down dark after the life-threatening drain on my resource of the cobbler's last three daytime, and it may readily be supposed that I thoroughly enjoyed the first-class bed and sleeping room in which they had lodged me.

The next day we passed the morn in walks about the grounds, and after luncheon in a influence effort through picturesque countryside to show me their locality. Again we had after dinner a repetition of music and singing, with somewhat more conversation, and I again retired to a solitary couch to sleep soundly.

The side by side day I began my series of photographic portraits, commencing with Papa, of whom I made three poses-all very successful. I adjacent took Frederick in three airs. My cause for photographing the males first was, if potential, to tire out the rest of the household. The beginning day all were pose, the future day only Mamma and Louisa, the day after only mummy, when I photographed Sophie. Then I had Mamma all to myself, as I had given Louisa a confidential information to keep her sister away. This enabled me to pay all the attending I desired to the female parent. I took guardianship to interpolate her pose so as to give me the self-justification of handling her weaponry and limbs by which I assured myself of the firmness of their form, and I took fear, accidentally, to feel the wonderful solidity of her backside. I did not let steal the opportunity of apparently spontaneous expressions of admiration at her fine and fully developed form. I could see that the flattery was received with joy, and augured well of futurity achiever when opportunity should give. I even hinted what a splendid photograph she would lay down with a minuscule less coverage and a greater wildness of pose. That appeared to please her vastly, to try by her manner, but she made no remark at the time.

During these mean solar day I had made myself a perfect master of all the ins and outs of the house.

Louisa 's bedroom was somewhat apart from the others, with a door from her dressing-room opening into a passage leading to the water-closet, an arrangement that appeared convenient for access, as one might be supposed to be purpose upon a instinctive privation, when in reality bent upon a very unlike game.

She had given me two short and ineffectual group meeting on the grounds, where, in a stooping position, she had merely enabled me to hurriedly let off my superfluous steam.

I urged her to allow me to come at dark by the convenient door in the water-closet transition, but she said that must not be, and that for far discharge humoring we must waitress until her return to Paris after her marriage.

There appeared to me to be some enigma in all this, and I determined, if possible, to unravel it. So, on the day I had photographed her mother, knowing that Louisa had gone out with Sophie to keep her away, I took the opportunity to visit and closely examine Louisa 's sleeping room and dressing-room. Both elbow room had interior baize-covered doors so that when the outer doors were locked nothing could be heard within ; but above the inner door of the dressing-room was a timber, as the French people would call off it, a sort of buzzer that only gives one response when pulled. There was on each side of the window of the dressing-room a sorting of cupboard wardrobe : the left one was full of clothes, the early had one-half of the lower component fitted with a hinged lid, which, at first, I thought was a water system wardrobe bottom, but on lifting the lid I found it was only a storage for dirty linen paper ; there were oarlock above, but cipher hung on them. As this was closemouthed to the threshold of communication with the sleeping room, which opened against the sleeping room window, this cupboard, unless the door of communication was quite shut, commanded a view of the bed and constituent adjacent.

It was the very stead in which to hide : I immediately ran to my room and, getting my auger without which I never travel ( as it is commodious to suffer holes into neighboring rooms, and thus I have made many pleasing discoveries ) I returned and, judging where to bore, made two holes, one of which commanded the dressing-room and the other the bed, amp ; c, of the other room. I then possessed myself of the key, so that once within I could, as I found, interlock myself in. thus fully prepared, I mounted to the top of the house, where there was an additional minor entrepot as a burning bush or finely medical prognosis spot. This completely commanded the primer. I wished to see if I could discover what had become of Sophie and Louisa, that I might link them. But I saw much more than I expected, and which made me triumph that I had taken the caution I have mentioned.

In an enclosed distance, unobservable from all points except the great summit where I found myself, I beheld the two sisters with their pal Fred. The three were lying on a grassy slope and the two girls had their petticoats drawn up ; Fred was comparing and handling their hairy cunts. Even at the space, I was, I could realize out the dark deal of Louisa 's splendid sheepskin. Sophie evidently was more slightly provided by equivalence. I saw Fred stoep and kiss both bitch, and then the girls jumped up and stimulate their petticoats down as if to forbid farther minutes in so unguarded a place. Fred felt each of their ass, and then they disappeared among the trees.

Oho, I said to myself, I see how the wind blows. No marvel Louisa made difficulties about my going to her at night. I have now no question lord Fred passes the night with her. However, I shall be there to see, and it will be foreign if I do n't eventually link in their sport.

Of course, I did not essay to join them in the land after what I had seen. At dinner, I complained of a headache and lassitude and fancied I had caught a cold, or that some of the chemicals I had been making use of had affected me adversely. In the even I slipped away a little after ten o'clock, telling ma to make my excuse when the music was over, as I wished to kip down early and be left quiet. I got to my bedchamber and, slipping off coat and waistcoat, and donning a dark flannel dressing-gown, and taking with me a small flask of wine, I locked my door outside, put the key in my scoop, got quite unobserved to Louisa 's dressing-room, and was soon safely ensconced and locked in the above-mentioned closet.

The recession for the dirty linen with its lid formed a convenient seat so that I had no fear of being over-fatigued from standing upright all Nox. In about half an hour Louisa entered with her maiden, and after various toilet process was helped to bed, and the amah, after lighting the night-light, left by the dressing-room threshold. I felt much inclined to leave my privateness and join the dear girl in her bed, where she lay so enchantingly tempt, but I could see by her restless manner that she was on sharpness with expectation, and evidently awaiting the arrival of individual. I had not long to wait. I heard a step in the water-closet passageway, and then I could see in the dim light the doorway open and a digit enters who, when he came within the Christ Within of the sleeping accommodation, showed himself to be unmistakeably her comrade, Fred, in dressing-gown only. He had bolted the door by which he entered but did not fill up the intermediate door between the two rooms so that I could see everything.

He rushed up to the bed, and Louisa, rising, met his embrace halfway. They had a long, retentive candy kiss of beloved, and I could see that his hired man was reveling in all her underground charms. Of row, this could not last above a hour, as both were too fervid to waste fourth dimension in such preliminary trifles.

'Off with your clothes entirely, near Fred ,'cried Louisa.

And rising she threw off her night-gown. Fred was nearly as quick, but left just sufficient clip for Louisa to light a lamp, conveniently placed to founder them all the gratification of gazing on each other 's most private parts.

Fred caught her by her magnificent buttocks just as she finished lighting the lamp ; they then fondly embraced and clasped each other 's bare bodies in their subdivision. Then turning in strawman of a cheval looking glass, they gazed upon their mutual charms. A splendid muckle to see these beautiful creature in all the undisguised perfection of their keen balance !

Fred 's dick stood stiff up against his belly and was a magnificent arm, somewhat larger than my own. The tantrum was so shake up that I could not forefend frigging myself, but for the point, I must refer you to another letter. I am too excited to write more.

Harry

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Notes ;

1. During my visit to capital of the United Kingdom for studies where we had an Old Ancestral household, I stumbled on a kinsperson treasure. Apart from early things I also found a hump of books, diaries, and notes in the hoarded wealth which contained classic, Age-old, Erotic Good Book, Novels, and Magazines probably collected by my Ancestors. They are all timeless and precious. They are a must-read for all erotica lovers.

2. The archetype Authors of these Stories/Letters or Articles are farseeing deadened or Anonymous.

3. Out of the aforesaid aggregation, presenting an amazing account which was first published 1874, of a sexually omnivorous photographer on the prowl in Paris ( probably the first such record ).

4. The letter were written by a Friend, Mr. Harry from Paris. Harry Hargrove, photographer. Young, beautiful women come to Harry 's studio apartment to deliver their portrayal taken, but while there, one matter leads to another, and turned on Harry 's life becomes one big Parisian saturnalia. Before internet porn, before porn television, before porn motion-picture show, people lusting for raunchy, X-rated entertainment read adult script and magazine publisher. victorian and Edwardian England had its own adult amusement industry - countless erotic novels were put out by louche publishing house, some account book were printed by the generator themselves, and nearly of the writers were anonymous. Many of these 19th-century books are surprisingly kinky, and some of them may be quite loathsome to modern-day reader - in more ways than one. The anonymously written `` missive from a protagonist in Paris '' was first published in 1874. This novel in the manakin of letters is a great example of Graeco-Roman Victorian erotica.

5. All fibre may be read as of more than age of 18 years.

6. My earnest apologies to the author of the Novel and reviewer for editing, or modifying the underage message, if any, to make it suitable for publishing in Modern times.

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