1 Three of them had their heads broken by blows from Boxer's hoofs; another was gored in the belly by a cow's horn; another had his trousers nearly torn off by Jessie and Bluebell.
2 Real knowledge comes out of the whole corpus of the consciousness; out of your belly and your penis as much as out of your brain and mind.
3 And her belly had lost the fresh, round gleam it had had when she was young, in the days of her German boy, who really loved her physically.
4 He put his face down and rubbed his cheek against her belly and against her thighs again and again.
5 She felt the glide of his cheek on her thighs and belly and buttocks, and the close brushing of his moustache and his soft thick hair, and her knees began to quiver.
6 Connie thought what a pathetic sort of thing a man was, feeble and small-looking, when he was lying on his belly on the big earth.
7 The sun through the low window sent in a beam that lit up his thighs and slim belly and the erect phallos rising darkish and hot-looking from the little cloud of vivid gold-red hair.
8 But at the root of the belly, where the phallos rose thick and arching, it was gold-red, vivid in a little cloud.
9 She pulled open his clothing and uncovered his belly, and kissed his navel.
10 Then she laid her cheek on his belly and pressed her arm round his warm, silent loins.
11 She softly rubbed her cheek on his belly, and gathered his balls in her hand.
12 Connie was half listening, and threading in the hair at the root of his belly a few forget-me-nots that she had gathered on the way to the hut.
13 In spite of himself, little flames ran over his belly as he heard her say it, and he dropped his head.
14 He kissed her belly and her mound of Venus, to kiss close to the womb and the foetus within the womb.
15 Held close against her, Melanie's baby pressed his pale rosebud mouth greedily to the dark nipple, sucking, gripping tiny fists against the soft flesh like a kitten in the warm fur of its mother's belly.