Are Your Parents Home?

The doorbell rang. I stood up and went to the door. I didn't expect anyone, but I thought that it might be one of my neighbours and so I opened the door. A middle-aged man was outside. He looked at me and asked: "Are your parents home?" The question caught me by surprise, but I figured that he might simply be at the wrong door. Maybe he expected to see a middle-aged friend or acquaintance and now thought that I must be their adult daughter?

"No, they aren't", I answered truthfully. - "It's just, we are selling apples, you know? Home-grown." He hesitated for a moment. "Or, are you already twenty-one? Because then I can sell them to you as well." I smiled. "I am already twenty-one, but I'm afraid we don't need any apples." After a little more conversation, the apple seller excused himself and went on. As I closed the door, I had a grin all over my face. I am used to people underestimating my age. I hated it when I was eighteen or twenty-five, but nowadays I find it cool. Twenty-one, though? Really? That was hilarious, really great stuff!

I think it was good that I didn't buy any apples, though. I mean, I didn't see Snow White's evil stepmother anywhere, but you never know. And since when does one have to be twenty-one in order to buy apples? The legal age is eighteen in Germany! However, of course I had to tell Ludwig the hilarious story on the phone.

And before anyone makes any wrong assumptions: No, when I opened the door, I didn't look like this:

But the idea to shoot a funny adult schoolgirl picture for this post led to a two hour self-photographing session today. Including a self-caning to produce some nice marks. Ludwig would have shaken his head, had he been able to watch my hunt for the perfect schoolgirl picture. Fancy seeing more pics from that set, anyone?

The apple incident didn't only inspire me to take adult schoolgirl pictures, though, it also reminded Ludwig and me of something Ludwig had found out a while earlier. Someone had uploaded the free trailer for The Final Test to a spanking clip site. The title he chose was "Spanking test of young babe with cool ass". And, the clip had been filed under the tag "teen"! Now, being in my thirties, I am anything but a "teen". In official porn terms I am a "MILF"! The title and the label made Ludwig and me laugh a lot, though.