I gave her a compliment. She said thanks and was scolding me back for wearing so less clothes. I told her “baby this is my home and i cant wear suit...and roam and i feel comfortable in this”. She just laughed and said “ok ok” . And she even brought a dairy milk silk for me. She might have given more than 10 chocos so far. But me.. Not even one. So nice she is.I didnt want to waste the time so directly started with books. We were in my bed. She was sitting beside me with loose hairs. I was. I shit, shower, brush my teeth and exit. Before exiting, I take my security uniform and wash it in the tub with water and Irish Spring soap. I am not spending money in the laundry machine downstairs. I wash my clothes by hand, then put them on hangars before putting them on the clothesline outside. It connects my building to another one. I tape the two hangars together, so that my security uniform shirt and Black pants don’t fall down and get dirty. Someone has been messing with my stuff when I. But she frets too much. We hope that she will calm down over time.”Neither Mandy nor Marge responded to Kathleen’s protest. They both just carried on their conversation with Allison as if they knew that debating with their property was unnecessary. Kathleen just looked at the three women in disbelief.“Can we get her changed here?” asked Allison. “I brought her outfit.”“Sure,” replied Marge. “Pet, be a good girl and take off your sarong.”“But...” sputtered Kathleen.“Be a good girl,” advised. My daughters presence, her unusual dress, and her complete lack of reaction to finding her mother giving her boyfriend oral sexnone of it mattered. All I cared about was the feeling between my legs, and the cock in my mouth. Ashs finger slipping in and out of my daughters pussy was right next to my ear, and the sound quickly mixed with the other sexual noises in the roomAshs moans of pleasure, my own masturbation, and of course, the sound of fellatio. Soon, the three of us got into a rhythmeach.