back on the edge of
the bed, and opening her trousers, pretend to get into me, and of
course I slipped into her; this was quite a fancy of hers. She would
say: "Jemima darling, how deliciously you squeeze my Prick! Do I please
you, darling? Am I fucking you nicely?"

For in a very short time we got to relish all the expressions so
piquant in bawdy language and which give such a zest to the fullest
enjoyment. When sometimes I would say to her: "I mean to give you a
beautiful Fuck," she would exclaim: "Say that again. I like to hear you
say that;" and as to our masquerading in each other's clothes, she said
it made her feel a double pleasure when my Prick was so tight inside
her, it seemed to be part of herself and it really appeared as if she
was Fucking me, as I lay beneath her, on the edge of the bed;
"imagination is everything, my dear, when you can have your Aunt, or
any girl you fancy, even your own Mother, if you think of her as you
Fuck me."

When she talked like this, "Did she know anything?" I thought to
myself; so one night I said: "Mary dear, do you think Mamma is fond of
Fucking, and does Papa do enough for her? What do you think?"

"I don't believe one single man would satisfy you Mother or you aunt; I
will tell you a great secret of something I once saw, which so upset me
at the time, that I rally think if a nice young man had been there, my
maidenhead would never have been left for you."

The summer before last, you will remember Capt. Devereux your uncle,
and who of course is brother to both your mother and your aunt, stayed
here for a week, before he went to India, where he is now; he tried to
be very familiar with me, but I was too shy and ran away when he tried
to give me a kiss.

You know your mother's boudoir is only separated from this room by the
big closet between, which is used for hanging up dresses, as that is so
much better than having them folded. You know what a roomy place it is,
with a long row of pegs on one side, and the big linen press at the
end; besides the door into the corridor, there is one into the boudoir,
half glass covered with a pink silk blind.

Well, one day I was in there taking out the dresses, to keep them free
of moth when I heard the key turned in the lock of the door into the
corridor, and your mother's voice: "No one can go in there now, and we
can't be disturbed," as the Captain and his two sisters entered the
boudoir. I don't know why I didn't knock to be le