Either you love her and want to spend your life with Amber or you don't. Cut and dried, A B C, get it done son," Bobbie cut through the bullshit again...."But I..." I started."But nothing John." Bobbie never called me John unless she was really upset with me. "Get your head out and find out what's going on. If you love her make your point and discuss your problem with not seeing her more. If you don't love her then break it off. You don't need or deserve to be treated like this and she doesn't. I had made it a point to put on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt since I was now the head of a household consisting of two teen girls. Didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea.In sauntered Ingrid. She was a tall, slim, long legged, pig-tailed blonde. "Good morning Mr. Fox." she said cheerfully in relatively unaccented English."Good Morning Ingrid. And, please, call me Grey." What's for breakfast.....Grey?" Good old all-American bacon and eggs. How would you like yours done?" However you cook. My hand over your pussy slides lower still, down between your slightly-spread legs to stroke your inner thigh then back up along your slit once more, pressing my middle finger more firmly against your skin parting your lips, dipping between them feeling the heat of your pussy as your getting more excited at the attention i lay on you, the tip of my finger ever-so-lightly brushing over your clit then back down again towards the entrance of your pussy, pressing down a little firmer before moving. ..Her outer flaps (the Labia Majora) hung down four inches, exactly the same length as her inner flaps (the Labia Minora) and I loved pulling on her inner flaps really hard, and I could stretch them to seven inches which was well below the level of her thick, black and extremely bushy pussy and arse hairs, (she had a lot of black hair and it was everywhere; pits, arms, legs, thighs, belly, arse and pussy)I know this because I measured her flaps often and I used to attach 'bulldog' type paper.