What a strange thought that was. Who was I trying toimpress? All I wanted to do was get through this without discovery,even though I was thrilled with...the way I looked.I stepped into the black heels, then went back into Jill's room andselected black and gold earrings, a matching choker necklace, her goldwatch, and a pair of rings that fit me. I ran the red lipstick acrossmy lips three times, then spritzed myself with her perfume. With abrush and a few quick strokes, my hair fell back into place. My first thought was Helen, my mother in law.By the time I had reached this conclusion it was 4:00 PM. I had last seen Frank and Gloria in Burbank at 2:30. It's more than 80 miles from there to Santa Barbara, on US 101, legendary for horrific afternoon traffic. It was virtually impossible for them to be at Frank and Helen's home yet.Helen answered quickly, almost as if she was waiting by the phone."Jack! How wonderful it is to hear from you. Gloria called and said you had accepted their offer.. It was a dark pink and pointing straight up. It truly looked like the eraser at the end of a pencil. I let my hand make a few more circles around her left breast with my fingers tracing their way around. I let my hand relax a bit more each time so that instead of just my fingertips touching her soft skin, most of my finger was. Her hard nipple gently touched my palm on one pass and I was surprised at how hard it was.Ignoring any concerns over being too obvious, I let my fingers slowly trace in. “This is appropriate but…” He pulled her in and put a hand on her shoulder. He whispered into her ear, “Is a quiet conversation like this appropriate.”“It… it depends who it’s with and the nature of the conversation,” she whispered back. This close, his musky scent distracted her further.He dropped his other hand onto her thigh. “But doing this is inappropriate,” he whispered.“Yes,” she replied.“But do you like the way it makes you feel?” he asked.“Yessss,” she replied. Then her face flushed..