Harold made a soft noise and rocked his hips forwards gently, pressing himself against her hand. His own fingers continued their gentle exploration of her body, his eyes closed. "Sally-" He half whispered, half moaned. And then they were kissing again. He had no idea what he was doing, but he was guessing he was making some of the right moves, judging by her responses. His fingers brushed her clitoris, though, for the life of him, Harold had no idea what it was.