2 “It is all in, my darling?” “Yes, Auntie.” She closed upon it, and squeezed it quite hard. “Oh, how nice!” she exclaimed, “push it further in.” I advanced, and could feel the end of her womb, which appeared like three points to fingers and the thumb drawn together, and looked at endways is something like what it felt—of course, without the nails. Aunt asked me if I could double my fist where it was. I had no difficulty, as the part yielded to the greater bulk. Aunt cried out— “My darling boy, that is delicious push it further in.”