Scandalized Scum

We groped lightly there in the hallway and she slid her hand up my robe to caress the head of my prick. She giggled and confessed, “Ever since I was twelve men have been putting their hands up my dress, and I always wondered what it would be like if the tables were turned.”
“How do you like it?”
“It’s neat. How do you like it?”
“I feel scandalized.”
“That’s good.”