bered kisses given and taken?
In which I could often discover their mouths were double tongued,
and seemed to favour the mutual insertion with the greatest gust and
delight.

In the meantime, his red-headed champion, that had so lately fled the
pit, quelled and abashed, was now recovered to the top of his condition,
perked and crested up between Polly's thighs, who was not wanting, on
her part, to coax and keep it in good humour, stroking it, with her
head down, and receiving even its velvet tip between the lips of not
its proper mouth: whether it was to render it more glib and easy of
entrance, I could not tell; but it had such an effect, that the young
gentleman seemed by his eyes, that sparkled with more excited lustre,
and his inflamed countenance, to receive increase of pleasure. He got
up, and taking Polly in his arms, embraced her, and said something too
softly for me to hear, leading her withal to the foot of the couch, and
taking delight to slap her thighs and posteriors with that stiff sinew
of his, which hit them with a spring that he gave it with his hand, and
made them resound again, but her about as much as he meant to hurt her,
for she seemed to have as frolic a taste as himself.

But guess my surprise, when I saw the lazy young rogue lie down on his
back, and gently pull down Polly upon him, who giving way to his humour,
stradled, and with her hands conducted her blind favourite to the right
place; and following her impulse, ran directly upon the flaming point of
this weapon of pleasure, which she staked herself upon, up pierced, and
infixed to the extremest hair breadth of it: thus she sat on him a few
instants, enjoying and relishing her situation, whilst he toyed with
her provoking breasts. Sometimes she would stoop to meet his kiss: but
presently the sting of pleasure spurred them up to fiercer action; then
began the storm of heaves, which, from the undermost combatant, were
thrust at the same time, he crossing his hands over her, and drawing
her home to him with a sweet violence: the inverted strokes of anvil
over hammer soon brought on the critical period, in which all the signs
of a close conspiring extasy informed us of the point they were at.

For me, I could bear to see no more; I was so overcome, so inflamed at
the second part of the same play, that, mad to an intolerable degree,
I hugged, I clasped Phoebe, as if she had wherewithal to relieve me.
Pleased however with, and pitying the taking