When I graduated from high school, my girlfriend Barbara, who had been with me for months, told me that she was pregnant, and a week after learning about it, I married her. Strictly speaking, we don’t love each other. We just get along with each other. The reason why I associate with her is that she is the sexiest creature in the school cheerleading team, especially a pair of huge 34F milk melons. She is a big milk bully of several famous schools nearby.