Sixteen-year-old Sally tiptoes into the confession box in the Holy Martyred Virgins' Church, where Father Fumble is sitting. "Father," whispers Sally, "I have sinned!" ...

...
"Tell me all about it!" replies the young priest.
"Well, Father," continues Sally, "my boyfriend Willy came home
with me the other day, and I took him to my room."
"Really?" says Father Fumble. "And what happened in there?"
"Well, Father," continues Sally, "Willy pushed me back onto the
bed and started taking my clothes off."
"Really?" says Father Fumble. "And what happened next?"
"Then Willy took off his clothes and jumped on top of me!"
sobs Sally.
"Ahem!" coughs Fumble, clearing his throat. "And tell me, my
child, did you feel his organ coming between your legs?"
"I'm not a musician," replies Sally, "but I would say it felt
more like a flute!"