Summary

A Night in a Moorish Harem — The Captain's Third Story

Would it be possible for me to impersonate him? The risk would be a terrible one, but the rigidity of my shaft put an end to reason and conscience. If I could fill those graceful little loins of hers the world might come to an end for all I cared.
I stole softly in my shirt and drawers out into the corridor and into Alice's room. I crept carefully into bed with her and took her in my arms. I caressed her cunning round bosoms and felt her plump and polished thighs. They were much larger than I had imagined they were seeing her dressed.
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A Night in a Moorish Harem — The Captain's Third Story

There are none left and it would be dreadful to make a baby so soon. Now lie on your side of the bed and go to sleep — don't squeeze my thighs that way; it only makes you worse.'
The sweet voice of Alice grew increasingly angry. I heard Charlie turn over and they both soon went to sleep. My passions were aroused and my shaft grew rigid, but I lay perfectly quiet during the conversation so as to keep them in ignorance that they had a listener.
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