cunt with my incestuous sperm.

We are thus a happy family, bound by the strong ties of double
incestuous lust. It is necessary to have these loved objects to fall
back upon, for alas! all the earlier partakers of my prick are now dead
and gone. Aunt and uncle, the Dales, the Nichols, my beloved Benson,
and her friends the Egertons.

I have already mentioned the Count's death, and both my sisters have
left me alone, and I should have been a dreary and solitary old man but
for my beloved wife and son, who solace me and replace the void in my
heart I should otherwise have so sadly felt.

I shall here end this long tale of my erotic life.

A curious event has happened lately, the divorce of a Mr. Cavendish
from his wife for adultery with the young Count de la Rouchefoucalt.
The details brought before the court were of the most scandalous
nature, especially the letters exchanged between them when the Count
had to go to Rome, where he was attache to the French Embassy. When the
husband's counsel handed up the letters with the sworn notary's
translation, he remarked that he thought they were too horribly
scandalous to be read in court. The judge scanned a few of them, and,
addressing the counsel said--

"I am perfectly of your opinion, my learned brother, I shall take them
home and make a point of them in my address to the jury."

It will be seen that they were of such a nature that doubtless the old
judge, who was no other than my dear old chum Harry Dale, gave his wife
two or three extra fucks on the strength of the lust produced by those
exciting and extraordinary lascivious letters from a young man of only
twenty-one years of age, showing quite as early an initiation into all
the luxury of the utmost depravity as any of my own details of my early
experiences with my darling old aunt.

Some of the letters are a string of imaginary events as to how far they
could carry their imaginations. The Count constantly alludes to the
inferiority of his descriptions to those given in her replies. Alas! as
he possesses those exciting replies of the lady, they cannot be got at,
but from his descriptions, and the remarks on certain gross
familiarities, it's evident she was gifted with as lascivious and
lustful a temperament as either my aunt or the divine Frankland.

A chance threw these interesting letters into my possession, and I can
assure the reader they are the veritable sworn translations of the
letters found in Mrs.