“How many times did we fuck that first day.” “Don’t you know? Aunty sex “Yes directly,—a chap I knows had been awaitin an hour, and he come in in a hurry. The women went up to make the beds more comfortable, whilst we men fetched candles from the kitchen, the others being well nigh burned out. “Oh! “Now dear don’t be alarmed (she seemed as timid as a hare), you know what a cunt is?” “Yes,” said she, “it’s a nasty word,—poor mother told father he was a beast cause he said it when drunk.” “Well my dear, something comes out of a man if he puts this up a cunt, and that gets children,—lay hold of my prick, and you will see,”—and guiding her little hand I frigged myself with it. True to her lover, she did as he advised. That girl got fond of me, and I liked her.
