"No, nothing happened to me. Just forget it," she said as she finished her second beer."Tell me right now," Miranda commanded."Really, it's not import...nt at all." Tell me or I'll break this," Miranda said as she grabbed Carrie's phone. Carrie tried to grab it back but Miranda held it out of her reach and started to dig her nails into the screen. "Last chance." It's you!" Carrie shouted out. "I saw you...with the guy...on your knees."Miranda slowly handed the phone back to Carrie and sat down.. "Has Mr. Easton told youwhat you'll be doing yet?" Years 10 and 11 are doing Pygmalion," I say. "Years 7 to 9 are doingRomeo and Juliet." Such a shame it couldn't have been the other way around," mum sighs."Then we might finally find you a boyfriend!" I force out a smile, butinternally I wince once again as mum mentions yet another one of herobsessions- my non-existent love life.Despite the fact that I'm still only fifteen, mum seems determined tomatch with any and every single attractive boy. With each slap he bounced helplessly in her lap forcinghim to rub his panty-covered penis against the smooth, frictionlessnylon of her stockings. These strange sensations confused and excitedhim like never before and even as his bum ached from the blows he foundhe couldn't help but get harder inside the pink panties, bringing him tothe verge of cumming!Instinctively Cammy pushed down hard with each subsequent slap, as herudely rubbed his throbbing erection against the soft flesh and nylon ofhis. We all had a good laugh, and the girls admitted they had put the Spencers up to it.Dessert was ice cream, and the girls ate it as suggestively as possible. I ignored them, which resulted in more feigned outrage.After dinner, Melanie’s parents said they would clean up, and told us we should go have some fun.“Time for a sauna!” Melanie announced.“Melanie, you know my rules,” I warned.“You assume we’d touch you after those comments?”“No. I don’t assume, but I know the two of you all too well!”They.