Xxx: My son asked me to put a hoodie on my jacket. She didn’t go away, she wasn’t there at first. In the tech school, when I was in the closet, there were quarrels about what a cap should be hanged. I didn’t get all my hands. And here somehow from work I come, hang my jacket and see - the son's jacket hangs on the cuff. Do I think you have swallowed myself?!! I take his jacket in my hands, look into the room and ask, “Have you whipped the cock?” He looked confused, “Are you not?” In general, the wardrobewoman came by herself, apparently tired of reminding every time.