I hate it. Anything involving numbers and math gets shoved into my brain's abyss and left there to die.'Your aversion to math is unsurpassed.''Shut it...' I reply. We reach my office so I turn to go in. 'I'm gonna order lunch. You want anything?''I'm good. I brought a lunch.' He starts down the hall, turns around and says, '4 pm. My office. Bring the spreadsheets.''Yes, sir.' I salute him and walk over to my desk to check emails and review the variety of menus in my top right drawer.I hit the. Perhaps that is because it was my daughter, but I was pleased. I continued making out with her pussy, forgetting that there was even anyone else in the room with us. I could hear her muffled moans escaping Riley's legs. Riley, in turn, moaned loudly letting me know that my daughter was pleasing her.I got so lost in eating my daughter out that I instinctively pulled her over on my face. I was now on my back, my daughter was doggy style over my face with her mouth firmly planted in Riley's pussy.. And then he moved on." You don't say 'I'. You no longer blame yourself?"Her eyes widened. She had not been thinking of that at all, she had simply answered honestly, told him exactly how she was feeling, how she saw the situation. But it was true. She did no longer blame herself. That morning it had been all she could think of, the guilt, the despair at not having been good enough. But now there was simply sorrow she had let herself stay so long in such an emotionally abusive situation. There. Abby was standing in the door with a tiny camera.She laughed, "Sis boom bah. Connie!" then she said, "Get out of the bathroom, Cubix has to recycle the water for Chelsea."Connie and Abby headed back into the doll kitchen where some bacon and eggs were waiting. Connie's surprise must have translated to her face because Maximex said. "There was a whole room full of food, yah and it's all for us."Chelsea and May came downstairs in such a foul mood you could see their faces from three rooms away..