, and finished by kissing my cock and taking the poor
thing in her mouth as she said it must be quite painful to bear. You
may guess that the only effect of her endearments was to make my affair
swell up bigger than I had ever known it, as well as putting me in a
kind of flutter all over, in fact I can't describe how she made me feel.

The next night I had been asleep about a couple of hours when I was
suddenly awakened by someone bringing a light into my room; it was
Auntie Clara in her nightdress. "Harry," she said, "I feel so nervous,
pray do come and sleep with me, I don't like to ask the servants, and
you can slip back into your room in the morning."

I was too pleased to say no, and soon found myself in her bed nestling
close to her, with my face between her soft bubbles. She at once asked
me if my affair was stiff, and seemed astonished to find it again hard
when she caressed it, as I told her it had been quite limp all day.

She kissed me again and again, telling me it proved I was getting to be
a man. "But, Harry darling, you must never say a word about it. Would
you like to be my little husband and always sleep with me?"

"Oh, Auntie, that would be delightful, would you marry me if I was a
man?" I asked in reply.

"Yes, darling, and I will wait till you grow up, if you promise now to
be my husband, and keep secret everything between us."

How we played together after I gave her my solemn promise. She let me
feel her all over, got out of bed, lighted three or four candles, and
stripped herself quite naked for me to see what she was like. She made
me kiss her lovely cunt, all covered and shaded by dark chestnut hair
as it was, and assured me I should soon also have hair round the roots
of my cock, then she showed me how to be a husband to her, and made me
work my little cock in her till she almost drowned it in her spendings.

So you see I have been engaged to be married ever since then, and every
time we have a chance Aunt Clara accords me all the rights of a
husband. She says we have only to wait a year or two now, as she has a
handsome income, enough for us both if my parents object.

This was the end of the seance, the subjects were all put in order and
restored to consciousness, and the Doctor quietly whispered to Mr. and
Mrs. Etheridge that he should like to bring his two nieces after the
Sunday evening service, to be mesmerized again and have their
maidenheads taken, it would be such a treat to