“That is some great, Texan pussy,” I said, glancing at the teleprompter and reading my daughter’s changes to the . xnx “Yeah, you do!” Lola called out, holding Jen in a tight embrace. “You have done so much, and now you’re about to become president.”
“I just had to get through the presidential debates without fucking up,” I said with a smile. Luckily, they were kept back far enough that it wasn’t an issue. “You really grow some fine, young women here.”
The crowd whooped. “Oh, yes, yes, yes! “The rallies.”
It was so interesting to talk about the most public part of my life: my bid to become the first futa-president of the United States. The pressure was so incredible. I… “Mmm, I know I do.”
I bent down and drew off her panties. “She’s a Cambodian cutie with a Texan twang.”
“Only in America,” I said.
