ingers.

Q.--Go on, tell us all about it.

A.--Some of the girls used a candle or the finger of a glove stuffed
out to make a little prick, a well greased carrot was fine I can tell
you. Once they nearly drove me mad with delight by fucking me with a
carrot, whilst another girl used a tallow candle in my bumhole till
nothing but the wick was left. But I felt awfully bad next day, and you
can fancy I passed tallow when I went to the closet.

Q.--Well, and how did Ada get on?

A.--She did not sleep in our room, she was with the French governess.

Q.--Now, Ada, you must also tell us all you know.

A.--The French governess was so hairy and rude, she began by tickling
my fanny till I didn't know what I was doing, then she laid me back on
the bed, and forced her face between my thighs, and sucked my cunny.

Q.--Well, go on, out with everything.

A.---After a while she would lay over me, and make me kiss her great
hairy slit. Oh, you should have seen what a lot of hair she had on her
belly, as black as jet right up to her navel. And then she used to
wriggle about, and wet all my lips and face, which she called spending.
A favorite game of hers was to make me frig her by forcing as much as I
could of one of my titties into her cunt, which seemed to drive her
almost wild; she would kiss my legs, feet, and any part she could reach
in a frantic way whilst I was doing it.

Q.--Did she never do the same thing to you?

A.--Yes, it was awfully fine to feel her titty and nipple rubbing just
inside the lips of my little cunny, I believe she made me spend--at
least, I fainted and found myself all wet afterwards.

Q.---What other rude games have you been up to, by yourself or with
your sister?

A.--When we were home for the holidays we used to frig each other with
our fingers or titties, the latter was quite a new idea to Blanche.
Then we got a little dog to suck our cunnies. Ah, that was another fine
game, his tongue seemed to go everywhere, and drive us wild with
delight. One day we took it in turns to suck his little prick whilst he
was licking one of us--it was beautiful, but drove the little beast
almost mad. At last we had to tie a stone round his neck and drown the
poor thing, because he was always getting under our clothes.

Q.--Now, Harry, when did you first touch a girl's thing?

A.--I suppose I was about twelve when that happened. My aunt Clara, a
very beautiful young widow of twenty-three, who had just lost my