Plot (The Touch Of My Hand Remix)
When she looks at him, all she sees is a hot ass and a baby face, both attached to a young body she'd like to pin under her own. She knows she could teach him a thing or two.
What she wants is to teach him every little thing in ways a girl his own age never could: how it feels to have a real woman; one who knows what to do and just how long to do it before he's ready for her to slide onto and ride 'til dawn.
He's funny and shy. She thinks he wants her, and not just to help her with her lines.
She imagines she can see herself in his mind's eye, naked and spread and oh-so-wet, just for him and only him.
Oh yeah. He definitely wants her.
She sees only a strange little boy, and decides she doesn't like him.