dear Amy, and I am not half
satisfied yet."

He withdrew himself from her and wiping the throne of love gently with
his pocket handkerchief, he stooped down and kissed her Mons Veneris.
He then drew her on his knee and began gently to titillate her clitoris
with his finger, she performing her part by covering and uncovering the
ruby head of his lance. They continued this play for some little
time--every motion evidently bringing them nearer the consummation.

"Herbert, I shall spend if you continue your titillations much longer,"
said Amy, beginning to wriggle her buttocks.

"Come then, darling," replied Herbert. "I too am ready."

And so saying he reclined her on the divan, and taking her thighs in
his arms, he drove his lance to the hilt into her body. They seemed no
longer to know what they were about. Joined as they were together, they
seemed to experience the utmost voluptuousness. Amy especially appeared
to be enjoying the delights of heaven. Her rapid movements, her
exclamation of supreme pleasure, the trembling of her eyelids, and the
convulsive manner in which she pressed Herbert's bottom was sufficient
proof of her intense pleasure. A few reciprocal motions and they again
discharged.

They now rose, adjusted their clothing and I thought it better to
retire, which I immediately did. A few minutes afterwards Amy entered,
apparently as fresh as ever, and greeting me with a kiss, stating that
she had been taking a long walk. I did not say a word, determined to
take my own time to tell what I had seen. That night when we retired to
bed, Amy addressed a few words to me and then fell asleep. When I woke
up in the morning she was still sleeping. I turned down the bedclothes
and found that the lower portion of her body was entirely naked. Her
nightdress, too, was open in the front, leaving her delicious breasts
exposed. They were firm, round and white as the driven snow, and
surmounted by delicate pink nipples. Her beautiful hair covered the
pillow like a veil. Her ruby lips were slightly separated, revealing
her pearly teeth, and her lovely cheeks were tinged with a slight color
which made her appear most lovely. Her belly was the smoothest and
whitest I had ever seen. Her magnificently molded thighs were stretched
widely apart, and at the lower part of her belly was her glorious
domain of Venus. It was indeed a pretty bijou. Imagine to yourself,
dear reader, a hillock surmounted with curly brown hair, between w