"What a lucky chance," cried my aunt. "I shall now be able to birch you into something like a fit state to f**k me—and you shall birch me afterwards, if it will only produce a second f**k, back or front, whichever you like."
"You are an angel, my darling wife, and I shall try to content both orifices; it is an abominable shame that with such a gloriously made magnificent woman as God has given me in your noble form, I should ever require any other stimulant than a glance at your exquisitely exciting proportions; but I suppose it is age that weakens our sensibilities."
"You are right, my dear John, for I, who used to think your dear old c**k was enough for me, find I require the excitement of younger ones to give me the real excess of pleasure my constitution demands; it would be a shame
