"You really think so?"

"God, yes! You are the most beautiful girl I've ever known, and have the most perfect tits I've ever seen. Even the women in those magazines don't have tits as nice as you have," he told her sincerely as he bent his head to kiss her, forcing her lips apart with his tongue.

She responded to his words and kiss by wrapping her legs around his thighs, grinding her pussy up against his hard cock inside his jeans. She felt his hands moving down to find their way beneath her skirt, and when his fingers touched the wet crotch of her panties she nearly swooned.

He rubbed the crotch of her panties for a while as he continued to kiss her, then slowly, as if afraid she would stop him, he eased one finger beneath the crotch and into her hot wet pussy, which was dripping with juices.

At the invasion of his finger, she arched her hips and cried out, partially in pain and partially in pleasure. He had fingers which were a lot thicker than hers, and longer, and when he touched the tightly stretched piece of skin that formed her cherry, she pulled her hips back a little.

"Oh, Keri, I want to make love to you so badly!" Chris moaned, grinding his jean clad cock down against her cunt. She found herself wanting him to fuck her, more than ever before, but she knew she had to save her cherry for her father. "I know, but we can't," she told him, realizing that her desire for him was probably as great as his for her, but her cherry was for her father. It was to be the ultimate gift from her to him.

She felt his fingers moving in and out of her cunt, making little circles as they did, gently stretching the walls, and she didn't know if she wanted him to stop or not, it felt so good. She had never let him go this far with her before and she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to stop him if it lasted much longer. But more than that, she was afraid she would not be able to stop herself if she let it go on.