When I pulled up to her place I went to the door and rang the bell, giddy with anticipation.The door flung open and while still beautiful, someone tho...ght out their wardrobe as well. Where before I had unfettered access thru her skirt, now jeans and a stylish shirt with an undershirt greeted me. I thought twice about making a fake excuse to go inside to use the restroom, but didn't want to scare her and her clothes told me she was scared.We hugged and then walked back to my car with me behind. Renee’s pics were incredible. She was 5’6”, nice tan and tight body with freckles in just the right places. Before long we decided to meet in person and to make the meeting even hotter we both agreed to not even masturbate until we could hook up in three weeks. I got to the hotel first and called her right away to give her the room number. It seemed like she was taking forever and I started to think she had changed her mind. Finally I heard a knock at the door and there she was with a. He bent down and started to kiss my pussy.“What are you doing?” I startled.“You liked this a while ago,” he replied.“That was different,” I said, “We were in the car.”I walked away from him a bit, and he followed me and grabbed me by my waist as I stopped near the car.“No-one can see anything anyway,” he said.He started moving his hands on mine.“Scared?” he asked.I turned back to face him and dropped my dress on the ground.“Never,” I replied.I walked close to him and gave him a kiss on his. It felt like her, but without the craziness. It somehow felt right, kinda made me feel a little bad too. But all in all, I was quite optimistic even though I had less than twenty hours to live, the spirit of my ex-wife was trapped in my body, and I was resting my hopes on a ghost and a shaman with a drinking problem. Who wouldn't think to themselves: "How on Earth could ever, things be any worse?"Mama Adele had laid out a really delicate tablecloth, the color of blinding white. A small feast.