.. all characters are fictional and created by my imagination This is my first story attempt at this site, sorry for my English not being awesome. If ...ou want to help me in betareading grounds, I would be delighted. Thanks and let's go then..When my son Steve started to get bad grades, the school called me for a meeting. It wouldn't be something to worry about unless by the fact I was a PTA board member, if not one of the most active there. You know that isn't acceptable for someone from the. .. also touching Lisa?Lisa was unsure of what she should do. She should feel disgusted, but... she felt... warm. The nightgown was pulled up over her behind and without thinking about it, she moved so that the fabric could be released more easily.A hand was placed over her bare buttocks and squeezed lightly. Lisa could not help it. Slowly, slowly, she brought her hand down between her legs. Sara's hand squeezed harder over her bare ass and she held back a gasp. Lisa pulled her fingers like a. I really hate him right now” said my mom with an angry tone.“Well, you know is the same with my husband, he doesn’t even care for our anniversaries anymore. At least your husband still remembers. My husband just says that our son is already in high school and that we are already too old for this stuff” said Mrs. Stanson also with an angry tone.“What can we do to get our husbands attention here? If I fucked another guy, I bet he’ll be sorry” said my mom and then slowly pass out on the. At this stage I stopped examining the damage by hand and at the same time placing a number of vicious smacks on each cheek, this brought about a number of plaintive yelps. I then delivered the next two cuts in quick succession, I smiled as he screamed, all in all I proud both of Zack and my handiwork. It was then time for supper, we all enjoyed micro waved pizza and chips washed down with lemonade. Stacy’s then drew her card from the pile, and we were all very pleased with the outcome. Her.