Three virgin sisters were all getting married within a short time period. Mum was a bit worried about how their sex life would get started and made them all promise to send a postcard from the honeymoon with a few words on their first impressions of marital sex.
The first girl sent a card from Hawaii two days after the wedding. The card said nothing but: “Nescafe”. Puzzled at first, Mum went to her kitchen and got out the Nescafe jar. It said: “Good till the last drop”. Mum blushed, but was pleased for her daughter.
The second girl sent the card from the Maldives a week after the wedding, and the card read: “Rothmans”. Mum now knew to go straight to her husband’s cigarettes to read from the pack: “Extra Long. King Size”. She was again slightly embarrassed but still happy for her daughter.
The third girl departed for her honeymoon in New Zealand . Mum waited for a week, nothing. Another week went by and still nothing. A month passed; still nothing. A card finally arrived from Auckland on which was written with shaky hand, “Air New Zealand “.
Mum took out her latest travel magazine, flipped through the pages fearing the worst, and finally found the ad for Air NZ: ‘Ten times a day, seven days a week, both ways.’
