“Darling, to whom does this sweet mouth belong?”
“It is yours, sweet friend,” she replied.
“I thank you. And these beautiful eyes?”
“Yours also,” she said.
“And this fair rounded bosom-does that belong to me?” he asked.
“Yes, by my oath, to you and none other,” she replied.
Afterwards he put his hand upon her belly, and upon her “front” and each time asked, “Whose is this, darling?”
“There is no need to ask; you know well enough that it is all yours.”
Then he put his hand upon her big backside, and asked smiling,
“And whose is this?”