What's wrongwith me?*My bedroom door opened and a short, plump, blonde haired woman came inand looked at me. "Good morning, Sarah. What's wrong? Why a...e you staringat me like that?" Who are you? I have no idea who you are, or who I am."She came forward and planted a big kiss on my forehead."You're Sarah Hackett, and I'm Amber Hackett, your mother. A few monthsago you were running downstairs to see a TV program, and you tripped overa book and fell all the way down. You were lucky, if you had. I was continuously staring at her face and at her boobs; I think she understands the intention. then she slide the white blanket to the lower side so that I can see her side view of boobs clearly. Suddenly I got the phone call from my friend. I received the call he was saying that he is not listening me well. I told him that I am at the train. may be because of that. Then I told him take my alternate number and call in that no. I loudly announce my cell no. to him. and then he cut the phone and. Then he started to make it go in and out faster and faster and they were both making grunting noises and moaning. Then Rick was saying “oh baby, I am going to cum, ahhh!” and then he started shaking and then I thought he fainted because he just went limp and collapsed on my sister. My sister was kissing and hugging him. Then they started laughing.” “That sounds just like what my mom was doing” Katie said. “So how did you feel after you saw that?” asked Katie? “It was exciting, but my sister. She tried to use her bittersweet memories of Jamaica. She tried to remember Jerk chicken so strong that it made her eyes water. She tried to recall the feel of unbearably hot and sticky nights with out air conditioning or any hint of a breeze, “Mmmmm….” The idea of burning sand beneath her feet as she ran for shelter brought her solace as she moaned. The sensation of the sun on her darkening skin made her smile. Her memories strayed to the thoughts of the tiny pink string bikini she wore that.