At least, I considered them problems. Donald didn't. Tantrums, crying fits, holding breath. I knew better than to give in. Any parent with a lick of c...mmon sense knows that. Donald didn't. He berated me, called me cruel, said I was hurting our child's development. He subtly, and on some late tear-filled nights not-so-subtly, indicated that I was an unfit mother.Whatever the latest tantrum was, as soon as daddy came home a little finger would accuse me of this transgression or that, and two. Abby called for the new hairbrush and Charley obediently handed it up. Abby agreed with Amanda’s assessment that it would only take two crisp strokes to cover each of Charley’s ass cheeks. “Count them out, Boy. Loud and clear!” Charley’s Sweet Abby delivered the first loud crack on Charley’s right butt. A nice red outline appeared. “Yowee, That was ‘One!’” “One what, Charley?” “One, Miss Abby.” “Very good. Charley, but we have to do that one again. Hope you don’t mind. Keep singing them out.. But of course that wasn't going to last long. About ten minutes later, Martelle interrupted the chatter. "Okay everyone, I know you are all pleased to see each other, but I am still very interested in Shannon's day, and I think the rest of you will be too." I blushed all over again and dropped my head, shaking it behind my blonde tresses. Everyone immediately realised something was up. "Well???" "Come on, we want to hear!" "Yeahhhh... what did you do?" My best friend, Leah, leaned up from. I got in and started to wash myself... he opened the shower door and grabbed the body wash putting some on his hand he proceeded to start washing my back Il join you he said if thats alright not giving me a chance to say no.He stripped off and was behind me, his hands left my back quite quickly...they went straight to my tits and went from washing to playing.I could feel his cock pressing into me as well.He pushed me to the wall, still behind me and soaped between my legs...fingering me and.