m up, turn her bum, put it
into her cunt, work him gently, make him spend which would awake him,
hold him in, pretend she herself was in the acme of delight, but on
coming to her senses, upbraid him with having spent inside.

This all happened as planned, he did awake on spending, but his wife
exerted such unusually delicious pressures upon his delighted prick,
that he got so excited as to fuck her in and she took care he should
spend inside a second time-'she pretended to be carried away by passion
as much as he was. But remonstrating afterwards upon the imprudence of
what he had done, especially in having so excited her that she could
not help spending at the instant he did, which made it more dangerous.
She did not know how it was but she had never before seemed to receive
such pleasure from him as he had given her that morning.

"Well, my darling, it is a curious coincidence, but you never seemed to
me more delicious or more lasciviously excellent in your fucking than
you did just now. As it is but once let us take more care in future,
and hope nothing will come of this little and delightful imprudence."

But of course there did, as the Count related to us, and seven months
after this morning fucking my mother gave birth to a daughter. "I had
already been in exile for five months when this event came off, I had
letters from my mother after she got about and for some years
afterwards, telling me that my sister was a beautiful child, and
growing up _the image of her father_, underlining those words for me,
to put the true construction on them. Poor darling mamma, she died four
years ago, and my father followed her two years later. I never saw
either of them again.

"Before I escaped from Italy I had passed five months in the constant
possession of my beloved mother. As her pregnancy advanced her
salacious avidity for my embraces seemed to increase. She was
insatiable, but with such variety of charm and art that I never failed
to answer to her call. Every refinement and excess of the wildest and
grossest lust was practised by us.

"My father possessed a small collection of the grossest bawdy books; my
adored and salacious mother purloined from time to time the lewdest, we
read and excited ourselves in the realisation of the wildest and
grossest scenes therein depicted.

"My mother was an instance of a woman getting once out of bounds and
then stopping short of no excess, and became boundlessly corrupt. There
was