She was quite comely. Xxnx “She was seeking marriage on account of her being with child some months now.”
“Is his Lordship really that dim?” the Nun asked. Now what I had missed was my mother and her chum “Beryl” Beril the Peril I called her, walking down the garden path, together with Mr Morley, who I referred to as mother’s gigolo. “Oh very well, will you marry me?” I asked. Our exertions had finished prematurely by Mother’s calculations as both she and Beryl were bent over the kitchen table with Carruthers and Mr Morley standing behind them with their breeches around their ankles while fully sheathed in their woman’s parts. “I fear it may damage the piano – forte,” Carruthers replied. “Very funny Carruthers, bring a pail of water and subdue their ardour would you?” Mother suggested. “Ravished you, why we have not even been formally
