"Fuck, Mrs Mills, you look fucking amazing!"With his earlier comments about my Mum still rattling around in my brain, there was no way I couldn’t ag...ee with him.Despite her age, Mum's body looked perfect. Everything was correctly proportioned. Her legs were long, well toned but not muscular, and her stomach displayed some rock hard abs, rippling powerfully as she leant back on the table. Jealousy swept through me like a Californian forest fire in a long, dry summer when I heard him mutter,. I did the house work, took Otto for a walk and made dinner for one. The house was silent and I tried to watch TV but nothing was on worth watching. I decided to entertain myself with toys. I liked playing with my vibrator and Bernie would tease my clit while pushing anal beads in my bum. I tried it solo and it wasn’t as much fun although I did orgasm. I decided to go on the internet and watch videos. Then I showered and went to bed. It was strange sleeping alone.Monday night I loaded the laptop. " Not yours, either." I hung up.The phone rang again a few seconds later and I replied again, "Fredrick Ohlson." My name is Rolf Ericsson and I want speak to Mrs. Emma Ohlson." You damn pervert sex maniac, you can let your damn Indian fuck your own ass instead of somebody's wife! Go to hell, asshole and stay there!"Obviously he wasn't used to that kind of language from average small town people like me and it took several seconds before he replied, "I demand to speak to her." You are not in. When I raisedmy head, I could see a trace of my own dark red lipstick mingling on hislips and I smiled."You've been such a good girl... have a look at yourself in the mirror.I watch him walk carefully over to the mirror and saw his eyes go roundwith shock as he looked at himself..."You need a new name now, my dear. I can hardly call such a delicateflower "Timothy, now can I? I think... I think Christina would be better.Tina for short. Do you like your new name, Tina?"He... *she* tore her eyes.