t-wigs free from moisture; to see one with
her bum towards you, rubbing her back vigorously with a towel pulled
straight with both hands, whilst her bum-cheeks, loins, and thighs
quivered with the motion and friction. Another put one leg on a
chair whilst she rubbed her quim dry. Then came the servants. Again I
recollect having my lust more stirred at seeing the fuller grown women
strip, and stand with boots and stockings on; than at seeing the virgin
ladies naked. I can't account for this at all. I write exactly what I
recollect.

When we saw Fred's sister, he whispered that all his family had a good
deal of hair on their privates. I saw his prick soon afterwards. He
spoke as if he were intimately acquainted with the cunts and pricks
of the whole family. The two young ladies who looked at each other's
privates did not do so again, the flat-fuckers took no pleasure in each
other's arms, they soaped each other's backs, and helped to dry each
other; both rubbed themselves in front of the fire,--a fine couple of
women. "I want to piddle so," said one just as she finished bathing.
"Piddle in the bath," said the other, "there is no one else going into
it." And she did so standing up, then jumped rapidly out, and they both
laughed.

I have seen before and since through key-holes and peep-holes women and
men wash, but it was with difficulty. Here all was fairly clear. The
crevice admitted enough sight, to distinguish form, face, feature, and
colour of hair and eyes. I thought of it for years, but never told a
man. Oftentimes when fucking, the bathing spectacle came into my mind,
and fetched my sperm out of me in a moment.

The next morning we jobbed a few more holes between other boards, so as
to make it look as if the shrinking of the wood had cracked the paper in
more than one place, carefully closed the door and dipped the heads of
the screws in vinegar to darken them. The whole looked rusty, and as we
hoped when we had done no one would ever guess the game we had been up
to. We swept up dust from the carpet, and pushed it under the bottom of
the door, and I think our prank never was known. The old house is pulled
down now.

I went to church again for the pleasure of staring at the ladies, it was
rapture to look at them, and think of their virgin cunts, think they
had seen the baudy prints. My cousin Fred had gone out somewhere, Mrs.
Maria, who usually went to church with her husband, was ill. In the
middle of the serv