She wouldn't be leaving until almost seven. It was about quarter after 5 now. I finished the conversation and hung up.I called out, "Hey Jenna, where ...re you?"A few seconds later I heard a sneeze, followed by a "In the kitchen."I knew where that was, and made my way there. All of a sudden it hit me - she never showed me the way to the kitchen! When I got there, I found her eating a sandwich. Now she was wearing a white "baby doll" tee, what looked like gray pajama bottoms, and her hair was in. At least she came every day. She never asked about money and I never said anything. When I went home I put our house on the market. It was not publicly listed and no sign was placed on the property. The house had been mine before we married. Susan's name was not on the deed. The profits from the house, after all the repairs were calculated, gave me almost ninety thousand dollars. I used all of it to pre-pay my lawyer.The day Susan was served, at work, I was officially destitute. She called me. The girls are identical with long black hair, large dark eyes, and as the boys shortly find out small tits, crowned with large dark nipples. As Jill the make-up artist from Episode 8 discovered the only certain way to tell them apart is by their pussy juice flavour: one sweet, the other more tangy. The girls accept a drink from the boys and the 4 walk off to a quiet corner table, where sweet-tasting Ami sits opposite tangy-cunt-Ami and chat up the boys. The video camera was obviously being held. And she told us a little about her life. Hers was one of wealth and splendour, yet she talked about it as if it was the norm. Before we left, all six of us went for a stroll part way around the Loch, admiring the beauty as the sun was setting. We wrapped up and went to our cars together and before getting in, gave each other hugs and kisses. Lillian held me for a split second longer than others and said what a lovely time she'd had and that she hoped to see me again. Later that week when.