Javin’s Diary by Harold Crane

Javin looked to be a typical prim victorian lady but beneath the voluminous white petticoats she wore the hottest panties you could ever hope to remove.
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The other day Mrs. Prickard, my old schoolmate, dropped in to see me.

'See here, Javin, I just don't understand it. The say that you have I don't know how many mistresses and lovers, and that your husband is a terrible libertine, and yet you seem the most happy and close couple in the whole country.'

'Quite true,' I replied, smiling. 'Yes; we've made a pact to tell each other everything. If you only knew how that mkaes us desire each other! There isn't another person in the world, you see, with whom I could achieve such an understanding and experience an equal degree of pleasure.'