d Amy's request, being no less excited myself. Herbert was
indeed in splendid condition for performing the rites of Venus. We all
rose from the couch.

"Stand up, Amy," said Herbert. "Put one of your feet on this chair and
let the other rest on the ground. There, that's it; now your plump
thighs are widely separated and I can manipulate your pretty little
_con_."

"Oh, do, darling," returned the delighted girl.

"Now I am going to titillate your clitoris with my tongue," said
Herbert.

Amy placed herself in the position required. Herbert seated himself on
the ground between her thighs and brought his mouth in contact with her
slit. He divided the lips of her bijou with his tongue and forced it in
and out of the rosy cavity.

"Amy," said Herbert, when he had indulged in this play a few moments,
"you have got the prettiest little con in the world. What soft down
adorns this hallowed spot! What delicious folding lips, and what a
sweet morsel is your clitoris! How glorious it is to enjoy you to one's
heart's content. Just fancy this the first time you had ever come in
contact with a man. Let me rehearse the scene: he would first of all
play with your bubbies, he would press and kiss them as I do now, he
would suck these rosy nipples until he had excited you to the last
degree. He would then grow bolder, but you must lie down for me to
perform the scene properly."

Amy threw her entire length on the divan while I watched with delighted
eyes this delicious scene, enjoying it as much as if I were the
recipient instead of his beautiful sister-in-law.

"When he saw your delicious white belly," continued Herbert, "he would
shiver with delight and fasten his lips to it, thus and thus. He would
then pass his hand backwards and forwards on this smooth white plain
and endeavor to peer into the mysteries seated below. In another moment
his hand would invade your delicious little con--just as mine does
now--his finger separates the lips and he gently rubs your
clitoris--you are mad with delight, you open your thighs and wriggle
your bottom under his touches. He pushes one of his fingers into your
con and moves it in and out as I do now."

"Oh, darling, it is too much; I cannot bear it," cried the delighted
girl, writhing and wriggling her body about in the most delicious
manner possible, at the same time seizing Herbert's staff and rubbing
it up and down.

"Having toyed with each other some time," continued Herbert, "he
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