Lucy and Mary are quite naked, you can see their cunts,
Lucy has some black hair on hers." I was only half dressed, and much
excited by the idea of seeing my cousins' nudity. We both took off our
slippers, and crept along through the door half open, then went on our
knees! But why we did so, to this day I don't understand, and so crept
to the foot of the bed, then raising ourselves, we both looked over the
footboard.

Lucy, fifteen years old, was laying half on her side, naked from her
knees to her waist, the bed-clothes kicked off (I suppose through heat),
were dragging across her feet and partly laying on the floor; we saw her
split, till lost in the closed thighs, she had a little dark short hair
over the top of her cunt, and that is all I can recollect about it.

Mary-Ann by the side of her, a year younger only, laid on her back,
nacked up to her navel, just above which was her night-gown in a heap
and ruck; she had scarcely a sign of hair on her cunt, but a vermillion
line, lay right through her crack. Projecting more towards the top,
where her cunt began, she had what I now know was a strongly developed
clitoris; she was a lovely girl and had long chestnut hair.

Whilst we looked she moved one leg up in a restless manner, and we
bobbed down, thinking she was awaking; when we looked again, her limbs
were more open, and we saw the cunt till it was pinched up, by the
closing of her buttocks. In fear of being caught, we soon crept out,
closed the door ajar, and regained our bedroom, so delighted that we
danced with joy, as we talked about the look of the two cunts; of which,
after all, we had only had a most partial, rapid glimpse.

Lucy was a very plain girl, and was so as a woman. She had, I recollect,
a very red bloated looking face as she lay (it was so hot); she it was,
who in afterlife my mother cautioned about leaving her infant son to a
nursemaid.

Mary-Ann was lovely. I used afterwards to look and talk with her,
thinking to myself: "Ah! you have but little idea, that I have seen your
cunt." She was unfortunate; married a cavalry officer, went to India
with him, was left at a station unavoidably by her husband, who was sent
on a campaign, for a whole year; could not bear being deprived of cock,
and was caught in the act of fucking with a drummer boy, a mere lad.
She was separated from him, came back to England, and drank herself to
death. She was a salacious young woman, I think from what I recollect
of