A mother had 3 daughters. They were all getting married within a
short time period. Because mom was a bit worried about how their
sex lives 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. Mom was puzzled at
first, but then went to the kitchen and got out the Nescafe jar.
It said: Good till the last drop. Mom 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. Mom now knew to
go straight to her husband's cigarettes, and she read from the
Benson & Hedges pack: Extra Long. King Size. She was again
slightly embarrased but still happy for her daughter.

The third girl left for her honeymoon in the Caribbean. Mom
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. Mom took out her latest Harper's Bazaar magazine,
flipped through the pages fearing the worst, and finally found
the ad for the airline. The ad said: Three times a day, seven
days a week, both ways. Mom fainted.