Knock knock"Mrs. White?" asked the pimply teen.Shirley looked back over her shoulder to see the young man politely standing outside while peering his ...ead inside."Mrs. White? I accidently forgot something I need back at the barn. Do you mind looking after Rocket for just a few minuets while I go back to pick up the thing I need? You wouldn't have to do anything really, just give me a call if he stops working or wanders into your neighbor's fields or something." casually explained the teen"Ummm,. ..” I muttered, and turned around, still subtly pulling my T-shirt down to cover my crotch. She looked at me, pouting, but only slightly. “Don’t make assumptions on what I do and don’t want.” she said. Then she put her arms around my neck, and pulled her body in close to mine. There she swayed back and forth, making me even harder. I looked down at her face to see that she was smirking. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of her closeness, when I. Clara stepped out of her jeans and right up to where I was sitting so that her boobs where practically in my face. She smiled at me, took one of my hands in hers and pulled it up to her mouth, wrapping her lips around one of my fingers and sucking it. Then, with the cutest look on her face, Clara slowly took my finger out of her mouth moved it down, over her body and into her lacy white panties, guiding it into her smooth, tight pussy. Just as slowly, she pulled my hand out of her wet pussy and. "Let's see."She retrieved a slim box from her bag and showed it to him. "Fire -- a film by Deepa Metha," he read from the box. "I've never heard of it." It's an Indian film about a lesbian relationship between a woman and her mother-in-law ... set in a very repressive society." Where did you find this?" I read about it in Roger Ebert's column years ago. Every Christmas my office has a rummage sale with proceeds going to charity. I saw it and bought it for a couple bucks." Have you watched it?".