"Mr. Heyward?" inquired an urbane voice when I picked up. Very little accent, I was surprised to note."I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong number, m...y name isn't Heyward," I said. I knew I was only stalling, but let him think I was a bit dim."Ah?" said the voice. "Your wife says otherwise. Then again, the manner in which I framed the question to her might encourage her to say thus."Jesus Christ. What had he done?He was still talking:"If you are not Jack Heyward it is ... unfortunate. However,. .. You're doing just fine, Mark, no worries." Collette cooed.She moved her hand down to mine and led my middle finger to her clit, moving it in little circles before letting go and relaxing again. Her hands fell at her sides as I continued the motion in time with the movement of her hips, stroking lightly, then firmly at various points, then sliding up and down a few times, back to circles. I loved the feel of her flesh beneath my hands, but most of all I was desperately turned on by watching. I could see the other woman was in her very early forties, shortish, with heavy, thick and lustrous blonde hair, and obviously having the time of her life. She was also half-naked, hold ups, very high heels, and wearing some sort of sharp designer suit, with nothing at all in the way of underwear anywhere. The skirt had ridden over her thighs, and bunched just on her buttocks. I could see she was smooth and very wet, and pierced with several heavy gold rings on her swollen pussy lips.I. Then I headed right to mom's walk in closet so as not to waste any more precious time. I love dressing up in mom's clothes and pretending that I can be just like her. I've always wanted to be just like her (getting to dress up and go out with dad and do adult things) Even though I was 18 now I've always led a very sheltered life. Mom always went with me to buy all my clothes which were all very plain and conservative. Although I think I am very cute, I am also very shy and haven't really dated..