May's Account of Her Introduction to the Art of Love…
“ I kneeled on the seat, as he told me, and jutted out my bottom. He tried to get his cock into my slit, but failed. I put down my hand and kept the lips open, but whether from my immaturity or his inexperience, he could not succeed. A few days afterwards he came running up to me in great glee, crying out: "I can do it now, Katie, I can do it now!" "Stop your noise. What do you mean?" "Stay, Katie, and I will tell you. You know father and I live in the cottage. He has, however, generally one or two of the slave girls with him in the evening. ”
