Mind ... mmm..."I laughed, and said, "Come on, baby, spit it out!"Her crimson became fluorescent. "I wonder if you'd go to the Sadie Hawkins dance," s...e rasped; then, "with me." She was not looking at me.I laughed, a belly laugh at this point. She looked stricken, and began to turn away; I took her hand, brushed it against my lips as before, and said, "I will gladly attend the dance with you, sweet Sally."Her fluorescence became radioactive; but somewhere in that nervousness, a smile emerged.. She did too. So there she stood in her cute little jean skirt that hung maybe 4 inches below her ass and her cute little tank top with no bra. The windy spring day was not helping her nipples either. They were standing straight out with their rings poking thru her shirt. She didn’t care and she knew Ajay wouldn’t either. She was slightly bouncing up and down with anticipation, making her cleavage jiggle a bit. From up the road she her the deep grumble of a diesel engine. She turned to look. Phir hum log TV par picture dekhane lage. TV par english me sexy picture lagi thi. Sexy sceen dekh kar Maa bhi garam hogayee thi kyonki unhone abhi abhi apne jhante saaf kiye the wo boli Dinu kya tumahari koi gril friend hai jise tum bahut chahate ho ya pyaar karte ho mai sarma kar bola meri koi girl friend nahin hai. Aur muze to tum sabse sundar lagati ho. Mai chahata hun ki meri hone wali biwi bhi aap jaisi hi sundar dikhane wali mahila ho maa boli ki dhatt. Pagal jasi baat kyon karta hain.. "He's into this vintage 1950's housewife deal and headores the look of that whole era. So, if he's always fantasized aboutbeing a 50's housewife I'd like him to get the whole experience. Nojust dressing up and swishing around for an hour or so but a lifetime ofexperiences," Agnes said with a half a chuckle."Ah. A bit like June Cleaver or Donna Reed?" the researcher added."Yes. Just like a real vintage housewife, full time," Agnes added withexcitement. "He needs to be a woman. Nothing.