Let us do it like the other morning in the closet. We are more comfortable here, and it will be nicer still!"

With these words she divested herself of her gown, pulled up her shift behind, and placing a big cushion in front of the mirror of the wardrobe, she knelt upon it, her head and arms much lower than her buttocks, which, thrown out and developed by this ravishing position, presented the path of pleasure well in view and largely open.

Alfred, far from idle, had made his preparations. He had taken off his jacket and placed the lamp on the floor, so as to light up perfectly the delicious picture that the looking glass reflected in every detail. Then he placed himself behind her, and began to get into her.

"Oh, you can see too much of me!" said my aunt.

"How can I see too much of such beauties? Look in the glass!"

"Oh, no; it's too bad!.. Ah!.. It's going into me! Stop a little… What a fine fellow you are!"

"My adored one, how lovely you are! What admirable hips!

What an adorable — ARSE!"

"Oh! Alfred! What is that naughty word?"

"Don't be frightened, darling; lovers can say anything.

Those words, out of place in colder moments, add fresh relish to the sweet mystery of love? You will soon say them too, and understand their charm."

While he spoke he continued his movements. Bertha, in silent enjoyment, said naught, but devoured with eager eyes the scene in the glass. I was stupefied to hear her say to him a minute later: "Do you love it so very much?"

"What?"

"Why… my…"

"Your what?"

"Well… my… arse!"

"Ah, Bertha, how sweet you are to me. Oh, yes; I love it.

Your beautiful arse. I adore it!"

"Feel it then. It's yours — yours alone. My arse — arse — arse.

Oh,… my… arse, my arse!"