A mother had 3 virgin daughters. They were all getting married within a short time period. Because Mum was a bit worried about how their sex life would get started, she made them all promise to send a postcard from the honeymoon with a few words on how marital sex felt.

The first girl sent a card from Hawaii two days after the wedding. The card said nothing but Nescafe. Mum was puzzled at first, but then went the 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 Vermont a week after the wedding, and the card read: Benson & Hedges. Mum now knew to go straight to her husbands cigarettes, and she read from the Benson & Hedges pack: Extra Long. King Size. She was again slightly embarrassed but still happy for her daughter.

The third girl left for her honeymoon in the Caribbean. Mum waited for a week, nothing. Another week went by and still nothing. Then after a whole month, a card finally arrived. Written on it with shaky handwriting were the words British Airways. Mum took out her latest Harpers Bazaar magazine, flipped through the pages fearing the worst, and finally found the ad for British Airways. The ad said: Three times a day, seven days a week, both ways.

Mum fainted.