“They’re coming for us!” Sure enough the tendrils were creeping along the floor. She had never once ever heard Claire say anything improper. Gemma had hinted that Uncle Freddy was on the brink of a new breakthrough – something about a pulsating cucumber. “Don’t worry, girls,” said Gemma. He was heavily involved in the propagation of tropical plants. In the very centre there was one rather pretty yellow flower that provided some welcome relief to the otherwise austere appearance. “Your daughter-in-law? “Good afternoon ladies. “They’ll gradually release their seeds and then they’ll retract. Sandy was taken aback. How is it coming on?” The plant was in the greenhouse, so the two women went down the garden to take a look. Her lovely, stiff cock of a houseplant had proved just too tempting.
