half-screwed myself and wholly lewd, they both came and sat by me on the
sofa. Sisters again,--what fatality!

The conversation was soon suggestive. Which did they like best, washing
a shirt or a chemise? They let out, checked themselves, checked each
other. "Lord Esther what _are_ you saying?" "Well Matilda I'm ashamed
of you." "Well that's pretty conversation for a gentleman,--let's
go,--promise you won't say anything like it again." "I won't,--but tell
me one thing,--how did you feel Esther, when you sat on the barrow and
said, '_fuck_'?" "You're a blackguard, I never said anything of the
sort,--did I Matilda?" "We'll go if you keep on so."

Matilda got jealous. "It's my turn now," said she after I had been
kissing Esther. The wine got more into all our heads, and we laughed
and shouted. "Why did you come Matilda?" "Mother don't let Esther out
alone,--besides I didn't know what you two might be up to alone." "What
did you think we might be up to?" "Oh! that's tellings." This talk went
on for a time, gradually getting warmer and more suggestive; all were
thinking about fucking, though no one said so.

By the sofa was an American rocking-chair, the first I ever recollect
having seen. Matilda began rocking herself in it, I rocked the chair
violently for her and then as far as it would go, back and held it
there, then rapidly I pushed one hand up her petticoats. Her legs were
distended somewhat as legs usually are when people are rocking, and my
fingers went on to her cunt. She lay back for the moment, helpless, then
managed to close her legs, but being almost on her back she could not
get free; she struggled to get up, and yelled out, "Oh! pull him off
Esther,---don't you beast."

Esther was on the sofa. She got up, pulled me back, and the chair came
forwards, but not till I had lifted Matilda's clothes far above her
knees. She sulked, my blood was up, and pulling Esther down on the sofa
kissing her, I pushed my hand up her clothes, and on to _her_ cunt. She
screeched, then Matilda pulled me away. There had been much laughing and
yelling, but now they sulked. "We will go," said they. "I've felt both
your cunts," said I.

Their bonnets were in the bed-room, and I would not let them get them,
put both fingers to my mouth, and kissed them saying, "That's touched
your cunt Matilda, that's touched yours Esther." Then I pulled out my
prick, and putting both fingers on it's tip said, "That's nearly the
same as if my pri