So I admitted I wore women,s clothes & had so for some years. Expecting her to be angry & upset, I started to call her a cab,but she stopped me,tellin... me she didn't mind & in fact wanted to see me in a dress. So I went into the bedroom alone & 10 mins later out walked Jayne. Lynda stood in front of me,her hand coupling my tit over the top & bra I was wearing,& it wasn't long before said top was off along with my skirt,leaving Lynda looking at me dressed in my black bra,panties,suspender belt. I'll be right down." I just thought you should know that Jason is already here." OK. I'm on my way."With that, Mandy joined Jason for the ride to the Funeral Home. It was going to be hard for her. Very hard. This would be the last time she could touch or kiss her beloved Bob.When they arrived at the Funeral Home there was a long line of cars already waiting. Dave stopped the Town Car in the portico and Jason and Mandy just sat there for a moment. Mandy leaned against him and her eyes were. I linger, enjoying my wine, sipping the syrupy liquor and holding it briefly on my tongue before swallowing. When I finish my drink, I set the long-stemmed glass aside and relax more deeply into the hot water.When the bubbles start to dissipate and the bath starts to cool, I shave my legs and my pussy. I’m not expecting company. I’m just doing this for me. I drain the tub and blow out the candles, then I wrap myself in a fluffy towel and head down the hall to my room.Perching on my bed, I drop. “Neil, honey, I’m curious, can you tell me how you feel when you see Claire together with Jason,” she asked, adding with a thoughtful look, “Coz when I was married to Jay, I’d have scratched his eyes out, and hers too, if I’d have caught him in bed with another girl.”I felt slightly embarrassed being asked this in front of everyone, but one of my many character flaws is that when I’m asked a question, my first instinct is to answer. (I guess, like most things, this goes back to childhood. The.