She was rubbing the top of her slit with
one finger, and by the quivering of her buttocks, I guessed she was
enjoying herself to her heart's content.

Margaret and I watched all their proceedings. Their motion soon grew
fast and furious, and we were both so excited by what we saw that we
instinctively raised each other's petticoats and imitated their actions
on each other. I forced a finger in Margaret's lovely grotto, and at
the same time felt her finger caressing my clitoris. I opened my thighs
to the widest possible extent to admit her manipulation more readily
and she did the same. It was a delicious sensation, feeling her
delicate finger force its way into my warm vagina. We kept time with
the actors in the next room, and at the very moment that I saw the
sperm go from Father Price's instrument to the broad, white buttocks of
the Abbess, both Margaret and myself emitted, and the Abbess and the
two sisters were not a moment behind. We then ran to our dormitories
for fear of being discovered.

A few weeks after this occurrence my father took me away from the
convent and I returned home. Here my time passed monotonously enough,
and I wished myself back to Mount de Sales a hundred times. But an
event happened which more than reconciled me to my change of life. This
was nothing less than a visit from Harry Duval, a cousin who resided in
Baltimore.

Harry was a fine, handsome young fellow, about twenty-two years of age.
The moment I saw him, I felt irresistibly attracted towards him. But I
disguised my admiration with all the hypocrisy common to young girls.

One day we were out walking together in the beautiful grounds
surrounding my father's house. The weather was deliciously warm and the
birds filled the air with their melodies. I was clad very lightly,
wearing a low-necked dress with a light scarf thrown over my shoulders.
We wandered for some distance, conversing on everyday topics, when my
cousin proposed that we should rest ourselves on the grass under the
shade of a fine, large elm tree; I consented and we sat down. Harry
took my hand in his and kissed it. I blushed at this familiarity but
did not withdraw it from his grasp. By degrees he grew more
enterprising, and drawing me towards him, imprinted a kiss on my lips.
I now made an effort to withdraw myself from his grasp but he held me
tightly.

"Dear Kate," said he, "I love you with all my heart and soul."

"Oh Harry," I replied, "you have said that to