"If you promise not to tell," he whispered, and his lips met hers in a light kiss.

Suzy trembled. His lips were open, and they were so soft, so nice. He gave a thrill to her with his manly kiss. His tongue licked slowly, lewdly over her puckered lips, then he put his arm around her shoulders, pulled her against him, and their lips mashed harder in a wild, wet, French kiss.

Suzy's tits pressed against his chest. His other hand went around her waist, and he felt the thinness of her belly, the lush soft slope of her hip.

His cock thumped wildly in his jeans. Suzy, puckered and hot, put an arm around his shoulders, and her other hand lay lightly on his thigh.

They broke the kiss, both gasping for breath.

Suzy's hand slid into the crotch of his jeans, and lingered there on the huge, banana bulge of his stiff cock.

"You sweet, marvelous, darling," Mr. Holiday murmured.

"Oh, sir," Suzy whimpered.

His hand went to her tits, and he cupped them lightly, feeling the beautiful roundness, the firm hardness, and the beauty of their teenaged ripeness.

Suzy squeezed on his stiff cock. A swoop of thrilling excitement swept through her body. It's so darn big, she thought to herself, as her hand clutched on the cockstalk though his tight jeans.

Mr. Holiday continued to fondle her tits, playing with them and inspecting them as if they were expensive jewels he was intending to purchase.

He dropped one hand and slid it up her tanned thigh, up under her skirt, lifting the littie black mini as he pushed upward until his fingers were touching her inner thighs. Then he plunged his hand into her panties.

"Ahhhhhh," Suzy sighed.

"Oh, my dear," Mr. Holiday whispered.

He lifted her skirt now, over her waist to reveal a sweet pair of ice-blue panties that were scrunched up at the crotch and bulged into a muffin by her dear little, honey-blonde cunt.