"'With all my heart,' I replied, 'if you will allow me the same privilege.' "'Willingly--I should love it,' returned Florence. "'Come then, darling,' I exclaimed, 'I am ready--do with me as you like.' "'Dear girl, how good you are!' returned Florence. Lie down with your belly on the bed that I may admire and manipulate your beauties; that's right, darling.' "I threw myself on my face on the bed. Florence came behind me and, lifting up my petticoats, exposed my bottom to her gaze. Of course she saw also the pouting lips of my bijou at the bottom of the fleshy cushions, faintly overshadowed with hair. She moved my thighs slightly apart, by which movements the lips of my sheath were slightly separated, revealing a line of coral between them. Florence absolutely threw herself on my bottom and devoured it with the most lascivious and ardent kisses. "'Does that position suit you, dear Florence?' said I, with my face buried in the bed. "'It is charming--delicious,' said Florence, molding and pressing my buttocks. 'Great Heavens! Amy, how the sight of your beauties fires me! What magnificent buttocks, how white and firm, how well developed," and again she bent down and smothered them with kisses. 'I should never be tired kissing your lovely bottom,' she continued, 'and the edges of that dear little cleft I see between your thighs--how inviting it looks! How beautiful it is, shaded with silky down. Oh! I must--I must!' And she put her finger between the lips of my sheath and titillated my vagina. 'How charming, how delicious,' she repeated. 'Amy, I am in a blaze--my slit is on fire. How deliciously tight your vagina clasps my finger and what a delightful warmth is there. There! Now I have your clitoris! How stiff it is!' "'Dearest Florence,' I exclaimed, wiggling my buttocks, for the in-and-out motion of her finger was more than I could bear--'your touchings and titillations are bringing on a crisis. Stay the motion of your finger or I shall come--there--there--there it is! Oh! I die! I die--' "During this last speech of mine I moved my buttocks up and down, imitating the conjugal act--Florence all the time continuing her manipulations until the crisis came and I fell motionless on my belly. "'Come, Amy,' said Florence, withdrawing her dripping finger from my sheath, 'for heaven's sake give me relief or I die.'