I had started off the night being at my ex gfs house looking at her sexy underwear thinking how it would feel etc. so, having just started a new job I...felt it was time to relax a little while she was out working (from 10pm til 6am). from this simple thought I became massively aroused and started trying on her underwear, make up, and even a wig that was in the apartment. soon enough, I was looking like a slutty crossdresser.I thought enough was enough and started making my way onto the street. When we got out of the water my husband got me on my knees and screwed me hard and deep in my asshole, making me make little screaming noises until we both came. We than just laid back naked out in the warn sun and dozed off to sleep. I woke up with my husbands face in my pussy, licking away – anyone that has not woke up this way is really missing something. I came a few times on his face and than we relaxed some more. It was a great time, lying around, screwing when we wanted to and not. ‘Good grief, what is in that coffee?’ I thought to myself. And then I let myself remember the past few days… * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * After the first dream of the Black Widowat my house, I had remembered the envelope of information she had left after her death. The next morning, I went and got Cindy and we descended into the secure basement. We went into the Evidence Rooms and I led Cindy into a back area, filled with boxes. I selected a box and brought it off its perch. Most closed-case. "We can't let 'Ronnie' go into town in that skirt," she said. "There's almost bound to be a few of the girls about, on a lovely evening like this, and they'll be curious as to who she is, what form she's in, and things like that. It'd be a pity if she was found out on her first outing. And got herself, and us, into trouble for wearing a uniform she's not entitled to. The rest won't matter of course. Blouse, socks, sandals, even her knickers and bra' could come from anywhere. But that skirt's a.