This suited Dolly, who always felt slightly guilty about heavy petting and was reassured that Duke felt the need to proceed with seductive slowness..

With his left hand on her left shoulder, Duke turned her face to his and they kissed. She kept her lips closed, at first, and they ground theft lips together. His big, lantern jaw worked as if he were gnawing, grinding from side to side. After a long enough period so as not to appear too eager, Dolly parted her lips. Duke's tongue shot straight into her mouth like an uncoiling spring. She ignored it for another definite, calculated period of time, satisfying propriety; then she let her own tongue twine with it. Their tongues twisted together like mating reptiles.

Dolly sighed. Despite her virginity, she was a highly sexed girl, and as they French kissed she could feel her crotch dampen.

She squirmed.

His tongue flashed around in her mouth and she sucked on it and lashed her own tongue against it, while his cock grew huge and her cunt grew creamy.

With their lips still parted together, Duke moved on to the next. stage of their standardized lovemaking.

His hand moved down from her shoulder and, as if by accident, came to rest on her left tit. He just let his hand dangle there for a few moments; then he cupped it around that pert mound, squeezing gently.

Her nipple exploded against his palm.

"Ummm," she said, enjoying it immensely. It was a good thing that someone had invented heavy petting, she thought. If it hadn't been for that maidenhead saving technique, she would have lost her cherry long before. Because the minute a boy touched her tit, bet cunt started to seethe.