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<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 height="100%"><tr> <td valign="top" width=10 BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#F7F7FF"> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#F7F7FF"> <div> <B>LeKnight Image Directory</B><B> </B><FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#FFCC99" FACE="Arial" >    </FONT><FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#CCCC66" FACE="Arial" >|   <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="LeKnight Image Directory"><U><B>home</B></U></A></FONT></div> <div> <A HREF="id390.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q1"><U>Q1</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id391.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q2"><U>Q2</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id392.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q3"><U>Q3</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id393.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q4"><U>Q4</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id394.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q5"><U>Q5</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id395.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q6"><U>Q6</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id396.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q7"><U>Q7</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id397.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q8"><U>Q8</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id398.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q9"><U>Q9</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id399.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q10"><U>Q10</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id400.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q11"><U>Q11</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id401.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q12"><U>Q12</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id402.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q13"><U>Q13</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id403.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q14"><U>Q14</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id404.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q15"><U>Q15</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id405.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q16"><U>Q16</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id406.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q17"><U>Q17</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id407.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q18"><U>Q18</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id408.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q19"><U>Q19</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id409.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q20"><U>Q20</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id410.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q21"><U>Q21</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id411.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q22"><U>Q22</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id412.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q23"><U>Q23</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id413.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q24"><U>Q24</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id414.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q25"><U>Q25</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id462.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q26"><U>Q26</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id463.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q27"><U>Q27</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id464.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q28"><U>Q28</U></A>   |   <B>Q29</B>   |   <A HREF="id466.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q30"><U>Q30</U></A></div> <div> <IMG SRC="0a1f4010.png" border=0 width="500" height="1" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> Q29</div> <div> <A HREF="id419.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Q Library"><U>back < <</U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <IMG SRC="5239db50.jpg" border=0 width="669" height="949" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>"Annie, my darling," I replied, "what can be more pleasing than to talk of fun with pretty girls, the beauties of their legs and bosoms, and all about them? How I should love to see your lovely calf at this moment, especially after the glimpses I have already had of a divine ankle," saying which I threw myself under a shady tree, close by a gate in a meadow, and drew the half-resisting girl down on the grass at my side, and kissed her passionately, as I murmured, "Oh! Annie, what is there worth living for like the sweets of love?" </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Her lips met mine in a fiery embrace, but suddenly disengaging herself, her eyes cast down, and looking awfully abashed, she stammered out, "What is it? what do you mean, Walter?" </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>"Ah, coz dear, can you be so innocent? Feel here the dart of love all impatient to enter the mossy grotto between your thighs," I whispered, placing her hand upon my prick, which I had suddenly let out of the restraining trousers. "How you sigh; grasp it in your hand, dear, is it possible that you do not understand what it is for?" </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Her face was crimson to the roots of her hair, as her hand grasped my tool, and her eyes seemed to start with terror at</I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>the sudden apparition of Mr. John Thomas; so that taking advantage of her speechless confusion my own hand, slipping under her clothes, soon had possession of her mount, and in spite of the nervous contraction of her thighs, the forefinger searched out the virgin clitoris. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>"Ah! oh! oh!! Walter don't; what are you about?" </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>"It's all love, dear, open your thighs a wee bit and see what pleasure my finger will make you experience," I again whispered, smothering her with renewed and luscious kisses, thrusting the velvet tip of my tongue between her lips. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>"Oh! oh! you will hurt!" she seemed to sigh rather than speak, as her legs relaxed a little of their spasmodic contraction. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>My lips continued glued to hers, our otherwise disengaged arms clasped each other closely round the waist, her hand holding my affair in a kind of convulsive grasp, whilst my fingers were busy with clitoris and cunny; the only audible sound resembling a mixture of kisses and sighs, till all in a moment I felt her crack deluged with a warm, creamy spend whilst my own juice spurted over her hand and dress in loving sympathy. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>In a short while we recovered our composure a little, and I then explained to her that the melting ecstasy she had just felt was only a slight foretaste of the joy I could give her, by inserting my member in her cunny. My persuasive eloquence and the warmth of her desires soon overcame all maiden fears and scruples; then for fear of damaging her dress, or getting the green stain of the grass on the knees of my light trousers,</I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>I persuaded her to stand up by the gate and allow me to enter behind. She hid her face in her hands on the top rail of the gate, as I slowly raised her dress; what glories were unfolded to view, my prick's stiffness was renewed in an instant at the sight of her delicious buttocks, so beautifully relieved by the white of her pretty drawers; as I opened them and exposed the flesh, I could see the lips of her plump pouting cunny, deliciously feathered, with soft light down, her lovely legs, drawers, stockings, pretty boots, making a tout ensemble, which as I write and describe them cause Mr. Priapus to swell in my breeches; it was a most delicious sight. I knelt and kissed her bottom, slit, and everything my tongue could reach, it was all mine, I stood up and prepared to take possession of the seat of love—when, alas! a sudden shriek</I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>from Annie, her clothes dropped, all my arrangements were upset in a moment; a bull had unexpectedly appeared on the opposite side of the gate, and frightened my love by the sudden application of his cold, damp nose to her forehead. It is too much to contemplate that scene even now.</I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>