“Fuck, YESSS!” I screamed. “Suck me!” Susan pulled her fingers out of me, squeezed her petite little hand as tight and small as she could, and...slowly, firmly, pushed her hand into my pussy, up to her slim wrist.I was still screaming, but couldn’t form words. Someone was pulling hard on both my nipples now. A tongue was pounding my clit like a silk jackhammer. I was being pulled apart. I was on the edge, about to cum massively.Then Susan opened her hand inside me. Oh my god. It blossomed,. "Oh!" she said, "I had heard you remarried! Uh, Patricia, is it? Hi! Nice to meet you!"I couldn't imagine anything being further from the truth, but it's what one says when blind-sided by the new spouse, isn't it?"Mary!" Patricia gushed, and I could have sworn she was sincere, "How nice to finally meet you! Why, Gary, she does NOT have a tail and horns!"Mary had never gotten most of my jokes, and she was totally unprepared for Patricia."Tail and... ?" she looked at me, eyes wide, "Gary? What. They stepped out onto a brick paved walk that led down into the formal garden. "Of course," Norman said, seeming to get closer to the subject in hand, "if I didn't have to pay the alimony I would be able to get the property back; tell this load of jolly, historical, theme-parkers to get on their way." He had to step to one side as one of the "theme-parkers" almost walked backwards into him trying to take a photograph of the Hall's garden frontage. Freddie could see that it was all Norman could. After 20 minutes or so when I started to wonder if this was all a bloody joke, the doorbell rings. And as I open the door and Shia (name changed, not sure why? but she does resemble Shia – from the Games of Thrones – Google it if you want to picture her) is standing there in a top and skirt with full makeup – no wonder she took her time. She was looking rather very nice, a perfect smile on her face and welcoming eyes.Not that I have met many Mongolians in my life, Shia was about 5’3”, little on.