Her tummy is a tumble dryer, her breath sharp and fast. For a moment she thinks Adam will be on the other side of the door waiting to be let in, his r...ndy, wide grin lighting up his face. She inhales. Three deep breaths, counting one, two, three.Of course, It's only James. But just for a moment, she'd forgotten it was her husband knocking and not her lover. Now she remembers the game they're playing. She takes his hand and leads him into the lounge, where she presses herself against him, wraps. It had been so long – Rachael doubted whether she would be able to accommodate his size. Lower and lower she went, until she was fully sitting on his lap. She pressed her hands against his abdomen and began to ease herself up and down, working her trembling, and sensitive pussy on his cock. Goosebumps rose on Brians arms as he watched this sensual, beautiful woman move. He reached for her breasts again, lifting and massaging them and playing with her hard nipples. Her eyes closed, Rachael let. I'm turning green. I think I'm turning into a plant," I nearlyscreamed."Miss, this is an emergency line. We would appreciate it if you didn'tclog up the line with prank calls," the voice said matter-of-factly."Bloody kids, have they nothing better to do in the school holidays?" itsaid before hanging up."Shit, shit, shit," I said panicking. I looked in the mirror. It hadspread up my arm, past my neck and onto my face. Not only that, but mybrown hair was now turning green, the individual strands. People that took care of you when you were sick. People that looked out forrea you when you were in trouble. People that gave you advice when you couldn’t figure things out on your own. That spent their time and energy teaching you to be a better person…Deb definitely fit that bill in every way. She was my mom, she had earned that name in every way that really mattered.I let my mind drift back to how she and my dad had met…It wasn’t a love story for the ages, but it was a love story.