I got showered and dressed. I wore a tight low cut top with no bra and the shortest, tightest shorts I could find. My pussy was already moist and wh...n I put on the shorts without any undies the crotch of the shorts rubbed against my clit as I moved. It felt lovely. My nipples were hard and poked through my top.I came downstairs and my husband stood back in amazement. This kind of clothing was very unusual for me. I could see his cock getting harder through his trousers."Are we ready then". You are a pig.”But she smiled a bit when she said that and the little pit my finger had made didn’t prevent her from eating her toast with a little smile on her face. Internally, I cheered.The following Sunday was the first time we spent together after church. The weather was nice, and we spent a few hours just walking around and talking. Even I could notice that something had changed, as occasionally I could see a small smile forming on her face. I could see traces of those cute dimples, too.. I didn’t know how to refuse and because it was a tight blouse and I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. I was confused as the blouse had buttons in front and so i called Rekha to one side and told her of my situation. She assured me to not to worry and she stood along with me as I opened the lowest button. The upper part and cups were also very tight and I didn’t want to spoil the fitting of the blouse so I just told masterji that the new blouse should be a bit loose than this . To check he again. Whatin the world was going on? He didn't remember anything. He looked like alittle girl, huddled down in the chair, wondering what had just happened.He was almost crying as he sat there with his arms around himself. Hank sat there for some time and then looked at Mike and said, "Heybuddy, it's like post traumatic stress syndrome. You experienced a verytraumatic situation and this is how you're coping with it. Why don't youclean up and I'll get you some sweats, OK?" Mike looked up sheepishly.