a month by her husband. It was with his blessing that she began to look elsewhere for intimate comforts.
'I don't blame her, old chap,' said Sir Ronald with a hoarse laugh. 'After all, a fellow at my club informed me that why Tommy Palatine encouraged young chappies to fuck his wife was because he actually enjoyed seeing her poked by other men. Yes it takes all sorts, you know.' He swung round to Marcia and said: 'So you are saying that the lovely Marguerite also consoles herself with female lovers?' Marcia shrugged her shoulders and answered: 'I can't speak in general terms about this lady's sexual preferences, but after what happened between us, I am quite certain that she would be interested in visiting the Ladies Mutual Aid Society. 'Sally, Penny and myself had arrived at Radcliffe Gardens in the afternoon to rehearse our scenes. Everything went well until Sally and Penny went off to take tea and I was left alone naked on the stage, trying out some new dance steps. But, as I crossed the stage to get my robe, I slipped and banged my knee on a bedpost. I cried out and Lady Marguerite, who had just entered the room, came running towards me.
'Oh you poor girl, are you all right?' she asked, as she helped me to my feet and, throwing my arm around her neck, she helped me hobble over to the bed. 'Yes I'll be fine,' I said but Lady Marguerite insisted I lie down on the bed whilst she gave me a massage. Before I had time to reply, she was on her knees in front of me, massaging my legs and I could feel her hands sliding higher and higher until her fingertips were rubbing against the insides of my thighs. To be candid, I found this most pleasant and I made no objection when her fingers lightly grazed the pouting lips of my pussey. 'Then Marguerite suddenly switched her attention to my breasts. She slid her hands around my creamy, soft globes and said 'My dear girl, what truly delicious titties you have, such a strong, raspberry colour and they're so nice and firm to the touch.' 'I smiled my appreciation at this compliment as her busy hands continued to squeeze my bosoms and then her fingers trailed down over my tummy and into my silky, auburn bush as she whispered: 'Spread your legs a little wider, my darling, and I'll give you an extra-special treat.' 'This combination of flattery and the intense tingling sensation which was spreading all over my body made it impossible for me to do nothing more than purr quietly as I obeyed her command. 'I closed my eyes and shuddered with pleasure as I felt lady Marguerite's wicked fingers pirouetting around the folds of my pussey, but I was now already so heated that, as her forefinger slid into my moistening love channel and began tickling my clitty, I achieved a little spend almost at once and I could hear her breathing heavily with excitement. 'Now we lost all pretence of restraint and she kissed me with a fiery passion as she swiftly undressed and climbed over me so that our breasts rubbed together and I could feel her fleecy, black curls brush against my own glossy thatch as she cleverly positioned herself so that our clitties touched every time she pushed her hips forward.' At this point Marcia paused and giggled as she slipped her hand down on to the bulge in my lap and said: 'Oooh, what a big boner, Master Henry! And I would wager that all the other gentlemen are sporting similar hard-ons. What is there about a tribadic tale that so excites you boys?' I was saved from answering this question when Sally picked up one of the new Kodak Brownie cameras from the floor and rising from her seat she said: 'Marcia, I would think that they are in just the right state for us to take some photographs for our collection.'
'Quite so,' agreed Marcia and with a sparkle in her eyes she went on: 'Come now, gentleman. Drop your trousers and prepare to be snapped by Sally's Brownie.' Alas, I need more ink and the nib of my pen is running dry. Sadly, it is now one o'clock in the morning and I have to see Dr Muttley tomorrow. Tomorrow, I shall also have my next lesson with Lizzie Dickerson. What more is there to learn I wonder? It occurred to me on the drive back to school that I can't very well let Sir Robert see this diary without giving Lizzie away so I fear I must forfeit my camera.
