On some of the last occasions when we were thus pleasantly employed, I was greatly surprised to find that when I kissed, caressed, and fondled the little darling, it swelled out and held up its head erect: and the little rosy tip, which formerly never used to disclose itself except when my wanton fingers stripped the skin from it, now started out from its retreat and seemed to challenge my amorous kisses and bites. He too, in his turn, seemed to take a greater delight in caressing me. He would lay me down beside him, and while my hands wandered with pleasure over his naked form and played every manner of trick with him, he would throw up my petticoats and, not unwillingly on my part, would expose as much of my person to his gaze as he could possibly manage, and feast his eyes with the sight, and gratify his lascivious fingers with the touch of all my young charms. Of course, the centre spot was the great object of his attention. He kissed and fondled and played with it in every manner that he could devise. He used, however, to complain that it had not grown in an equal proportion with his own manly weapon, and that his finger was unable to penetrate any further or more easily than it used to do. We were both at that time utterly ignorant of the delicious mode of procuring pleasure which you afterwards so kindly and so sweetly taught me.

I need hardly say, however, that our mutual lascivious touches gave us very great pleasure and enjoyment, but at the same time it was always pleasure of an insufficient and unsatisfactory description. We felt that something was wanting, but what that something was, we as yet knew not, and we had hardly reached sufficient maturity for nature to teach us of its own accord.