I was feeling wonderful. I picked a black lacey bra and a matching panty. I wore them and adjusted my chest to get a small cleavage. Once that was don..., I took out a red saree and a matching blouse.As I put those on, I couldnt but help thinking as to what was going to happen today. I was literally living in my dream. Once I wore the sari, I wore the wig correctly and started applying makeup. Once satisfied that it was perfect, I sashayed a couple of times in front of the mirror. Oh! What a. The trouble was I didn’t know how my parents would take it. I knew they thought divorce was a serious failure, and that divorced women were bad news. If a woman had ditched her previous husband, the chances were she’d ditch the new one in due course. Cassie once again was very good, and had not mentioned anything about our new situation.My thoughts about my parents’ reaction to my divorcing girlfriend were broken off as we set off to meet Rachel’s parents. We walked.The house was a medium sized. .. heard all of that?”“Your screaming was likely heard by the whole neighbourhood,” Amy snickered. “Hell, I’m half surprised we didn’t have people banging down the door, asking us to be quiet!”“I do not scream!” Elizabeth retorted indignantly.“Yeah, you did. Though I’m pretty sure it wasn’t just you doing the screaming. I’m sure that my mom joined you in that. More than once,” Amy said with a sweet smile.“OK. Maybe I screamed a little,” Elizabeth mumbled while blushing again.“Every second was. My dick may not be the longest but it is very thick, thick enough for her as she knelt down and tonged me.I grabbed her greying hair and pushed it into her mouth face fucking her until I could feel my spunk boiling in my balls. Not wanting to cum, I pulled out and took her to bed. We kissed passionately, our tongues massaging and entwining each other. My hands roamed across her body, feeling her soft breasts and hard nipples. I took a hand and started rubbing her pussy and slipped my index.