Well, as long they weren't his responsibility at least. Nieces and Nephews were one thing, his own offspring was quite another. The closest he came to..."tying the knot" was when he proposed to Captain Mary Lynch after one too many in the O-club in Quantico, VA. He had recently returned from a particularly nasty tour of duty in Afghanistan and was filled with a sense of wanting to leave a Jack Junior around to carry on the line of Bostonian Maloney males.He was suitably relieved and forever. A kayaker bobbed and twisted as he practiced in the tiny whitewater area. ‘This is beautiful,’ she said. ‘How much further shall we go?’ That was a question that Dean wanted the answer to as well, but he let the potent pun slide by. In a few minutes, they were in the dark, old bar. Classical music and the lack of television monitors marked it as an unusual place. ‘Jack Kerouac drank here,’ Dean commented. ‘Who?’ ‘He was a writer back in the 1950’s. Your mother and I talked about his work a long. Pretty soon we both agreed we wanted to cum but I guess neither one of us wanted the other cumming in our mouths so we finished ourselves off with our hands. I was a little sorry that I didn’t at least stroke him to his orgasm but we still had two monster cums…..very, very satisfying. I would have loved to have my hands wrapped around that beautiful prick when it started squirting jism all over the place.Shortly after this I got an e-mail from Tom telling me that he and his 23 y.o. gf would. Lingerie that covered but accentuated the most important parts of my anatomy. And black stockings that stopped just short of the tops of my legs and framed that V between my legs. I had transformed myself into an object of sexual fantasy and desire. I began to imagine that when my date sees me like this he will be aroused like never before because standing before him will be a mature, sexy white woman with a look that says I need and want to be fucked by a real man. Here I am... I’m yours.