She can just wear sweaters or button her blouses to the top and hide Bonnie's tattoo. Place it on her legs, low enough so that regular skirts won't hi...e it."Judy frigged her clit harder as Brenda continued to sell her idea, saying, "I'd put BITCH on her right knee and WHORE on her left. She hates to hide her legs. She'd have to wear a skirt that came four or five inches below her knees to hid it when she sat down. Mom would never wear skirts that long. She'd be forced to explain those words to. “Hmm, well maybe not to you. Others might be inclined to differ,” I said, but I was smiling.Over the next couple of hours, say by 9:00 p.m., I was decreasingly harassed by the kids, to the point where I was more or less left to my own devices. They or the dynamic duo, who had also been around me a lot in the early going, seemed to get it that I wanted to interact with my peers.One odd thing, Jeff and Abigail’s wing-woman, Harriet who’d come in a little later than the rest of us. Had left. My cock was doing summersaults now under the thin dressing gown I was wearing.“We have something to show you,” Kelly said while both stood up in front of meWithout any hesitating, both undid the ties around their waists and flung opened their dressing gowns. Mom and daughter stood wearing only paper knickers and nothing else.I didn’t know where or which one to look at first as they held open their dressing gowns. They both had similar bodies, Kelly’s tits maybes a little bigger but her moms. After having almost continuous sex for the last week or so it seemed kind of weird going to an empty bed and trying to fall asleep. I laid there and tossed and turned for about an hour or so until I finally fell asleep. I woke with a start and heard my phone ringing. I looked at the caller ID and saw it was Cindee. Looked at the time and saw it was 2:30AM. Worried that something terrible had happened I answered it to find that it had quit ringing and went to voicemail. I played the voicemail.