Her shaking hands unbutton his shirt, pulls it below his elbows and she weaves him a new garment in kisses and caresses. And he does not resist, when she pulls him down into the large bed. But he is surprised—to say the least—to see this careful woman so wild and insistent. They sink deep into the bed, creating waves in the newly ironed bed sheets. Her dress swivels up around her neck; and there she lies, a ready field for the plough. How beautiful she is! The well-shaped breasts are sliding each to their own side. On the gleaming hills grow two red-brown flowers. Her thighs are broader and rounder now she is lying down. Most swollen is she between the thighs as she rubs against him. He rips his clothes off and descends into her soft, living fetters.