By the time we left the mall my mom had several littlegirl dresses, tights, ankle socks, shoes, sweaters, slipsand petticoats. I thought all this was ...or my sisters. Boywas I wrong, but I didn't know it at the time!When we got home, Mom took the bags to my sisters' room.When she was done there she came to my room with severalbags from the same store, opened my closet and took outall my boys clothes. Then she went to the dresser and tookall those clothes out as well. I started to get. I got so turned on immediately.She was sat perched on the bench, one blackberry painted set of toes just touching the floor. The other set were hanging off the edge of the seat, her bum about a foot to the left. Her blonde pussy was protruding clearly visible off the edge, swollen labia and clit so much on show, and a small gape appearing of the inside of her wet cunt. Her matching blackberry painted fingers were delicately holding the seat edge for balance, her arms straight. Her full 38c. She and her family lived in a cottage that had a huge log fire that heated the whole house.The fire used to get so hot that soon everyone had to move away from itWell the huge farmhouse type kitchen had a chair each side of the fireplace that did not get the direct heat, these were the best to sit in as it was comfortable and you could see the whole room, well I say comfortable, the chairs were hard wooden chairs so usually I got to sit in one of them.Mary used to stand in front of the fire. At the payphone, Ted pulled out his wallet and retrieved his calling card. He punched in the requisite series of numbers and waited. Another couple of numbers and he was in the Bank's voicemail system. A couple of more numbers and he was in his voicemail box.One message. To hear the message, press 7. He did and waited."Mr. Garner, this is Gimel Juarez." Well, of course it is, Ted thought. I can barely understand your English. "I was watching your house tonight and something interesting.