Dolly Donovan was a delectable young lady, with tawny blonde hair and big blue eyes and the nubile, bouncy sort of body that made men drool.

She had high, round tits and a tight, trim ass and a set of legs that seemed to have been especially designed to wrap around a guy's ass while he ticked her.

Dolly was really looking forward to having a driver's license and, she hoped, her own car. None of the boys that she dated owned a car and only occasionally got to borrow their parents' cars, and Dolly was tired of getting fucked in the park and under the bleachers at the football stadium.

With her own transportation, the insatiable little minx figured she could get lots more prick in relative privacy and comfort.

She could even drive to another town and pick up strange guys for naughty fun, without further damaging what was left of her reputation.

So she went to take her driving test eagerly.

The only trouble was that Dolly didn't really know how to drive very well…

She settled behind the wheel and drove off okay, making sure that her short skirt rode well up her slim, shapely thighs, hoping to influence the examiner by her physical charms.

Dolly was accustomed to getting her own way when she smiled bewitchingly at men.

But the examiner, a tall, handsome man, looked stern and strict at first.

Then he began to look worried, as she had a near-miss with a telephone pole and spent some time driving on the wrong side of the road.

When he asked her to parallel park, she failed miserably. She thought that was silly, anyhow. One never had to parallel park at the drive-in movie or the local lover's lane, and where else would she be parking?