Jamie and them
I had married my wife even though she had a problem we only reluctantly talked about. When she was thirteen she was in a car accident and as a result couldn’t have children. Jamie was 5’ 4” about a hundred twenty pounds with red hair and b-cup breasts. She kept in shape due to working out, since we had enough time for it. We had been married for about thirteen years. I knew that not having children of her own was starting weigh heavily on her shoulders. After a heavy round of fucking Jamie lay smiling next to me in bed. “You seem happy,” I told her. “We have a solution to our problem at work,” she said. “What is it?” I asked Jamie. She worked at a biomedical company. They did various experiments with …