After we married, we started talking about it more and more. I wanted to have my own c***d and not adopt, but the thought of artificial insemination d...d not appeal to me as I learned more about it. It was my husband who actually said that he thought the best option was for us to find someone to get me pregnant the natural way. During this time, we also discovered that my husband and I would both become aroused when I told him about my sexual experiences with my ex-boyfriend.I had lived with him. They took turns squeezing and twisting my already bruised tits and fucked me like the animals they are.Luke came first. He started slamming into me with even more violence. I felt like my guts were being turned inside out with each brutal stroke. Then, at last, his big hands clamped down painfully on my shoulders for leverage. He pushed me down on top of his brother and slammed into me sadistically several more times before at last he cried out as his large body began to quiver and he filled me. That was until my daughter expressed once again how she was cold.I guess her saying that at that moment got under my skin, because I barked back when I looked at her, "Well, then, go put something on that's warmer!"I could see the sadness filling my daughter's face, and I sighed, "Sorry. What would you like me to do about it?" Can I sit with you?" Here? In the recliner with me?" I said and then realized Stevie would be able to see Meadow and Robby if she did, and would probably ruin the rest of. Two hundred dollars of every paycheck gets immediately put into a fireproof safe I hide in my freezer. I know, that’s probably one of the first places a burglar would look in a small studio apartment, but it’s also the only real hiding place available to me. And I’m not really worried about being robbed. So far that safe has over eight thousand dollars in it. Not all of it was earned while I was staying in this small studio apartment, and not all of it was made by Amy. Today, my name is Amy..