.." I say, giggling at Jamie's uncharacteristic bashfulness."Sometimes, I..." Jamie sighs. "I wish I could get pregnant, you know? Imean, I see your s...ster, and Viks, and they all seem so happy, so proudthat they'll be bringing a new life into the world, they'll be nurturingit inside them for nine months... I mean sure, we can adopt, but I- I'llnever have that bond, you know?" I know what you mean," I whisper. "Who knows, maybe a hundred yearsfrom now medical science will make it so that girls. As Bob let loose one more torrent of white hot cum into her stomach, she finally slid his monster out of her mouth and let it out with a playful pop.“Holy Shit. Marsha you have not lost your touch.”“Oh the feeling is mutual baby.” She giggled as she climbed onto the bed and cuddled into his arms for fresh deep kissing. They laid there for at least a half an hour, just slowly caressing each other and swapping tongue, when Marsha finally broke the silence.“Bob, I have been wanting to tell you. The newspaper was filled with what I call "happy news." This was being done for the people, and that was being done for the people, but none of it looked very substantive to me. It reminded me of the kind of news I used to see in "The Weekly Reader" back in school when I was a kid. I suspected that it was the same kind of propaganda that Josef Goebbels put out in Nazi Germany in the 1930s and early 40s. Anyway, I saved the paper to take back to headquarters for the experts to go over in detail;. From the way his secretary had addressed me over the ‘phone, I realised that I was entering a very formalised and pompous, wordy environment and I was determined not to allow myself to be intimidated by it. Monsignor Gandolfi was seated behind a massive desk and was wreathed in the sort of tent-like garments one always associates with the clergy, when it wishes to be formal. “Welcome, my son,” he began (I was already beginning to feel I was going to hate the whole thing) , “thank you for coming.
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