How do you know you're not good? Did someone tell you that you were bad?

[Tilting her head, she didn't understand how foreplay was difficult. Wasn't it just touching a girl's breasts and kissing them? Maybe she was missing something.

Sitting down next to him, she lifted up her dress and pointed to her legs.]

It's just touching or massaging, right? I think. Those sorts of things.

[Going for his hand, she placed it dangerously close to the strap of one of her garters that met with the hook and bow.]