I'm married to Megan, the mother of my children, who also happens to be 39. We were high school sweethearts, I fell for her then because she was an ab...olute knockout, with a strong personality to match. Megan was a sporty girl 5'6" medium wavy brown hair and had the body of girl who works out. Firm legs, strong arms, flat stomach, an amazing bubble butt and smallish but quite perky breasts.I got a little too into her too early and knocked her up while we were still in high school. It was fairly. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged by your spell checker. Thanks. No whales were harmed while writing this story. Andrea walked up to the whale tank at Oceanic Research Labs in southern California. She trilled three short whistles. A moment later, a huge sperm whale jumped out of the tank and flopped back into the water with a huge splash that drenched Andrea.Jill walked up behind Andrea, "She got you good, Andrea." Yeah! I'm soaked.. Her exposed tits shook and bobbled as she jerked off her youngest son's cock to an explosive orgasm right through his pants--right onto her face and lips...Donna took it all in, while she felt the cum of her eldest viciously striking against her face, and slopping over her hand as well, only to be mixed with the filtered jit of her youngest, as he pushed and smeared the mixture all over his mother's panting mouth and face with the head of his clothed cock. She ovalled her lipstick painted lips. A gesture he hoped would stem the stream of guttural curses stirring and bubbling in his throat from bursting out his mouth. He groaned instead, the utter despair and depth of his humiliation evident in the resonance of his voice that sat thick like heavy cream in the air. As he pushed his hands back over his head, rubbing from his nape to his chin, over and over, the rasping counter pull against the re-growth of hair rubbing deeply against the rough skin of his fingers and palms. He thought.