Spittin' image of my first girlfriend after my divorce, Monique. In fact, it COULD be her! She was 15 years younger than me, and her presence at the Little League games drew the typical reaction from the other parents: the men said "hey-hey-hey way-to-go, buddy!" and the women hated and glared at me for trading my wife in for a younger model. Neither was true.

Come to think of it, this couldn't be Monique, unless this photo is about 15 years old.

Nice. Tits look a little saggy, but still nice.