I don't know where they went or what they did, but it seemed to have helped them some.Monday morning, I was back in class. My professors were all a bi... shocked to see me. Once I reminded them that finals were next week, they all understood. That afternoon is when I got the full details of the accident.Two detectives stopped by to pay me a visit. They explained what they found."Mr. Becker, it appears that the truck crossed the center line and hit your sister-in-law's vehicle head on. He claimed. She's nice," he added."I thought she kind of annoyed you, sometimes," Joan said curiously."Well, sometimes. But not today." He looked back down at his papers, and Joan got up."I've got to take a shower," she said. "I'm going out tonight." Who with?" Sam asked without looking up."Just some friends. It's not a date, or anything." Why had she said that? It didn't matter to him. With an inward shrug she went upstairs to the bathroom. Stripping off her clothes, she looked at herself critically in. I tried to concentrate on my work, but the memory of Mary's firm young body kept popping back into my mind. I took a break, grabbed a cold beer and went out by the pool. Several of the neighborhood kids were playing in the bright blue water. Deb was sunning herself in one of the deck chairs, the strap of her bikini top unhooked. Ed and his friend Joe kept splashing her with water from the pool, trying to get her to jump up so they could see her tits. Mary, my daughter Amy and her friend Jenny. Then I started dressing up as well, still as a man, but wearing pvc or leather pants a shirt, jacket and tie, then it was chaps, bondage and domination really fast.Well, when my wife leaves town I was crossdressing, dressing up in all the different outfits I could put together — mostly the stuff I bought for her that was big on her. I love how my legs look in heels and seeing myself in bright red lipstick. Eventually my fantasies evolved into wanting to dress up like a slut and having my wife.