“Yes, yes, Aunt Mary, to all you have urged and asked.” Tears had streamed down his bonny face as we parted, and I loved him for this delicate tribute to me and my memory.
And now I am back home to more quiet hours, and not a fuck to arrange for every few hours. As previously arranged with him, my Harold called that same Sunday evening. We embraced with glee on both sides, then I seated him on a lounge beside me. After our first greetings were over — I was holding him against me — and with the free hand have been slowly unbuttoning his fly and had slipped my hand inside to meet his stiff cock and just held it while he kissed me. And now you can be prepared for a big, huge surprise, for what happened during my brief absence from him.
For this episode and my further adventures in love's pleasant domain, I will treat of in another volume I shall write in the near future if my health continues to support me with its good grace and the strength.
Already this volume has run much further than my first intentions. It does not seem so long when one first starts out on a job of this kind. So, adieu, friends, and I trust we shall all meet again in another long chat. Good night!