”He consults his trusty John Bennett of Clerkenwell watch, an amazing instrument which is rarely out by ten minutes a day. He had set off ten hours ...arlier, but ‘twas necessarily stopped in Swainley, three miles away, for four of those hours. In six hours on the road, the coach had traversed twenty eight miles of mud, with yet two more miles to go! Nine leagues, faster than walking, he thinks, but barely.He left Whitehall yesterday after lunchtime and happily travelled 32 miles on good roads. "I couldn't." You couldn't?" That pretty much confused me."Of course I couldn't," she said. "I had a boyfriend back home."Now I know there are a bunch of you out there who are looking at the screen askance. I mean just reading the last few pages of what I've written makes me want to scratch my head too. But I see it differently than you do because I already know about the conversation we had the following Friday night, when we went bowling.I picked her up and the first thing she said was, "So. Our breathing increased while we masturbated each other at this awkward but titillating angle.She folded over completely, and with her tits planted firmly on the desk, the back of her was the only surface I could get to, which was fine with me, because I thoroughly enjoyed giving her goosebumps and eliciting sexy little sounds from her while I loved on her neck and ears with my tongue and lips and breaths. I worked all the way down her shoulders and back, and ended up kneeling behind her to wet. He reached out and asked if he could take down my underpants. I embarrassed but was quite turned on. I stood up for him to make it easier. I was really hard and my cock popped out right in front of his face. He pulled my pants down. To this day, I can still feel his hands on my pants and against my thighs as they slid down my legs to my ankles. I stepped out of my jockeys and was naked. For the first time standing without hiding myself naked in private with another person.Gary said it was my.