She would blow off plans with me to ‘hangout with friends’ and go to parties without me. It was a rough patch we were going through, but I loved h...r and knew we would get over it when we were able to see each other more. When we would hangout, she would always be on her phone texting all these guys that she would tell me not too worry about because they were just friends. One day, a year or so into our relationship, we hadn’t talked the entire day. She showed up to my place really late at night. I deftly activate the camera of my phone, and hide it under my arm, upon which is resting my blushing cheek. She lifts the middle of her stretched tights up a bit and I snap a quick picture. I'm suddenly very grateful the flash was turned off. Pardon me, I'll be right back.I nearly fumble my phone in the toilet stall, but my cold sweaty hands finally manage to open the picture. Much of her pussy is obscured behind her hand, but her gleaming pussy hair is slightly red; the carpet matches the. ”“Uh-huh, Dad,” said Natasha.“I told Ms. Pearce how you both were just the best at playing with tits. Why don’t you show Ms. Pearce? Really play with those big and lush delights. Make her feel welcome here at the White House. It’ll mean the world to her.”“Gladly,” Natasha said.“Mmm, yes, I haven’t played with a pair of tits in twenty years. Those are gorgeous tits, Ms. Pearce.”I smiled as mother and daughter came towards me. They both had this sway to them, their blonde hair dancing around. I know we just met, but I fucking love you. I want you around forever, because of what you did for me," Mandy said as she was kissing me.A minute later, she got off me, and went to her dresser. I had no idea what she was going for, but I certainly liked it when I saw her putting on a strap on. It had a huge dildo, and I was seriously a little worried for my pussy. It had been used to Frank, and Ted's cocks, but the dildo was massive. She came over to me, and got down on her knees."Do you think.