ed _A Kitchen Scene_, represented a naked man
embracing a girl from behind. Her head rested on an ottoman placed on a
bench, her thighs rested on his shoulders, and he was kissing her
bottom, molding her breasts and driving into her vagina all at the same
time.

The reader can imagine how the sight of these lascivious pictures acted
upon two such excitable girls as we were. I forgot to mention that in
the center of the apartment was a long divan, evidently made purposely
for the sexual act. It was perfectly certain from our sparkling eyes,
from our heightened color, and from our trembling limbs that we were
almost crazy with desire and that we were ready to do anything to
appease our passions. Still, there was for a moment or two a kind of
restraint as to who should begin. Amy was the first to break.

"We have come here to enjoy ourselves," she exclaimed. "Let us lose no
time. I propose the first thing we do is to strip ourselves entirely
naked."

"Agreed," I returned, commencing to unfasten my frock, and in a few
moments we had divested ourselves of every particle of clothing.

When we all three stood naked, we saw our forms reflected over and over
again in the mirrors. Herbert came up to us and clasped us both in his
arms. He kissed us all over: now it was our bubbies, now it was our
whole bellies, now it was the center of love itself until we were all
so excited that the consummation could no longer be delayed. Amy,
indeed, was beyond herself, for she threw herself on her back on the
divan and, opening her white thighs to the widest extent, begged for
someone to come and give her relief.

"If someone does not come and quench the fire burning in me, I shall
die," said she.

"My slit is on fire-come Clarence, drive your delicious pego into my
vitals-see, I open the door for you-come, darling, come."

And the voluptuous girl, with her finger and thumb, opened the lips of
her coral sheath and showed up the pink interior. Who could resist such
an appeal as this? Certainly not Herbert, for he rushed to the
suffering girl and in a moment his pego was knocking at the mouth of
her womb, imbedded to the very hair in her salacious cavity. Great God,
what a delicious sight it was! Amy was crazy with delight; she folded
her legs and thighs around his loins and jutted up her Mons Veneris to
meet his thrusts. They had already commenced to move together when Amy
suddenly called to me.

"Come here, Kate," said she, "you mus