The train whistle blared, and shook her from her remembering. The huge engine chugged toward the station, belching thick clouds of black smoke into th... air. As it pulled up she could see the faces of three small children pressed to the glass, and she waved and smiled. Relief flooded her. They were finally here, and they were safe. Now they were her children, and she was their mother. This was a time when they would need her more than ever. The passengers began filing out of the train. Two well. "Do it!' I urged him. "Cum for me! Shoot that stuff out for me." Suddenly his hand froze and a rope of white cream shot out from his cock. I watched it all as if in slow motion. It flew a few inches upward and landed on his belly, just above his pubic hair. His hand stroked again and another spurt shot out, this one going a bit further. He slammed his head back hard against his pillow as the next few spurts shot out, these just oozing out really and coating his hand and cock. I could smell the. He pulled into the driveway and got out of his Tahoe,He went up and knocked on the door and it was Michelle.She said, "Hi, I bet you are here to see Susan. Now, yes it is yourdeceased wife but she is as confused as you are."She led Donald in and there was Susan she smiled and went to give hima hug.She said, "Donald, I am not here to complicate things between you andwhat is her name?" Regina." Yes, Regina, now the other day I woke up in this body and with thisidentification. Michelle told me. Auntie Sarah then spanked her 17 year old son spank after spank with her hand. She kept up a steady rhythm. Her hand thrashed home on Jack’s bare bottom. Jack gasped, and started to sob. His Mother knew the pain she was causing and kept going even perhaps spanking harder as she went on, encouraged by the reaction she was getting, helped by the knowledge her son was being taught a lesson. I even noticed how her hand was becoming red as she spanked, though no where near as red as she was turning.