“It’s a bit embarrassing and I have no one I can ask, can I come in and I can tell you” I say with an embarrassed look.“Come on then, I have t...e baby to feed soon so be quick” she says.She leads me in to the house, its bare floors, very little furniture and stinks of cigarettes, we go to the living room and I sit down and she sits opposite me.“So what do you want to ask” she asks me, now a little warmer in her attitude.“I’m not sure how to ask, but it’s about sex. I am meeting this girl soon. They were dark in colour getting harder as I stroked them lightly with my fingers. I pinched them a bit to check her reaction. Reshama seemed to smile, unconsciously enjoying the pleasures of the sensations. She turned sideways. Her head came closer to my abdomen with her mouth sticking to the dick. To my surprise even her hands came coolly up to my pyjamas leaving her fingers clinging inside from the waist of the pyjama. I felt she was doing it intentionally and not unconsciously. So I made it. I thought for a moment and then responded, “I’d love to take you, Linda, What time do I pick you up?” A look of shocked acknowledgement came over her face, “O, great,” she stammered. “Uh, about 7 or 7:30 I guess,” she continued to search for words. “Well, is it 7 or 7:30?” I asked again. “Uh, 7:30, yes make it 7:30,” she throughout. “And what color?” I asked. “Color?” she looked confused by my question. “For your corsage, this is a formal dance isn’t it?” I asked almost in astonishment. “O yes. When Mary glanced in the parlor mirror to ensure she looked like a sexy jogger on a mission, she noticed the bra lines in the sweatshirt. Not liking the lumpy look, or the bra, she quickly pulled the halter straps over her shoulders and pulled her arms out, reached under the cloth and unsnapped the front latch then pulled the bra out from the bottom of the sweatshirt. She took a final look at herself to ensure she was perfect before she dawned her pink sunglasses then she dashed to the kitchen.