. mmm ... Mrs ... Smy ... Smy. Smythe, Ma'am.''Mrs-Smythe-my-mother-has-no-money-for-groceries.''What Nicholas, I didn't understand a word of what you... said. Take a breath and slow down. It can't be that important. What is it, money for a Scout camp or something? Selling cookies?'I shook my head silently. This is the woman whose daughter I had just got pregnant and who was in our house recuperating from a miscarriage. She frightened me enough just by herself, let alone Mr Smythe, who truly. Maybe my attempts at stealth are just that. As I take in what she's wearing or, should I say, what she's wearing for me. The black lacy waspie suspender belt, yum, the balcony bra where there is just a hint of nipple on show. Wow, what nipples they are: large, pert, the size of car wheel nuts. They can be so sensitive when engorged. If she's in the mood, playing with them can bring her within inches of a climax. Not forgetting the tiny thong, the fishnet stockings and the red, fuck-me pumps. I. She can’t function without a guy. I invited her to my party, but knew she’d probably feel uncomfortable being the only girl without a boyfriend. She told me several times she felt like she was intruding. I told her to just hangout and relax. She kind of kept to herself, but I did see her having lots of drinks and smoking lots of weed.We were all kind of buzzed and were acting ridiculous. Some of the kids were making out and Violet was getting very edgy, because she was alone. Later in the. ", he said and smacked my upturned butt lightly.I certainly didn't mind. I was a little drunk and getting quite turned on by all these hot and mostly naked older boys. And apparently they didn't mind either as both Jacob and Eric came over to add their own smacks to my bottom. I laughed and screamed little mock screams."Put me down you fat oaf.", I said half in jest and not meaning it."What did you say you little bitch?", Kerry asked and gave me several good smacks to my ass, "It sounds like.