You remember Charlie Roberts; you would consider him a child, but he is not so.
A few days afterwards my husband left me, and the girls with their mamma and the governess went to town with him, leaving Charlie to keep me company.
I, therefore, humoured him, and so moved my bottom as to facilitate his complete entrance, and began to feel myself the excitement it occasioned, but as I became wider awake, I gradually called to mind that Fred had left me, and that Charlie was my bedfellow.
How delighted I am at your good fortune in meeting with such a miracle of a boy as that dear Charlie Roberts.
Your description of Charlie Roberts has brought this pledge most vividly to my recollection.
Towards the end I had slight scintillations of pleasure, but not worth mentioning; it is true my husband is not so well-armed as yours and Charlie appear to be, and he is also much colder in his passions; for instance, he did not attempt to fuck me again, although I would have been gratified if he had done so; perhaps it was considerate towards me in his idea, but, merely embracing me in his arms, he talked himself and me to sleep.
I even hope we may induce the Count to join you and Charlie in a partie carrée; what fun and pleasure we should have, and then the delight of exchanging lovers at each bout.
Will my Charlie love his Evelyn always as he does now?"
"Gently, Charlie dear," she cried, "remember our dear baby is there, and you must not be too violent."
"Yes, yes, the dear fellow, push him away, my Charlie, and you will see, I shall enjoy the real Charlie quite as much as the dreamt-of Henry—of whom I shall some day speak to you.