Being horny again and curious I continued going through my wife’s things finding some black high heels in a box which I have never seen before.They ...all them “fuck me pumps”, some thigh high black stockings and a garter for them in another box among her shoe boxes she had. But things were not over, as I got another shock. Heather had in a zip lock bag a black pair of lace panties, which was a part of this set of these things I guess. However they were used and I mean used, to where they were. As her hands started to slide down Renae's body, Anne's face suddenly came into Renae's head and she pulled herself from the stranger with a hard sigh. This woman was hot and Renae could feel the explosion waiting to happen, but she owed it to Anne to either break up with her or make it work. Having sex with a random stranger was not going to help anything."I'm sorry. I can't," she had said. "I'm married."The big butch had shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me."Renae had sighed sadly. "It does to. "Really?" She said. "Oh my god, that's so kind of you. Thank you!" She screamed as she pulled me in for a hug.A few weeks later I drove over to her house, pulled up in her driveway and wandered up to her door. Her face was beaming as she welcomed me into her home. Her husband shook my hand briefly, then began picking up the suitcases and loading them into the car.Teresa handed me her door keys and a note with a list of contact numbers, in case of emergency and told me to help myself to anything. I dont think anyone noticed our arrival to the church since we were the only ones sitting in the balcony. Mom decided to sit in the last pew up in the balcony to hide our attendance. Behind me was a stain glass window that painted the interior of the huge structure with different colors of light. Looking out the window I could clearly see the hearse arrive with Uncle Franks casket below. Ushered to the front of the church, mom witnessed Uncle Franks casket for the first time and broke down.