Lorrie and I have been married for going on twenty years now, and by and large it has been a very good marriage. We married young, had children, raise... them and saw them on their way before turning forty. We were at our sexual prime, no kids at home to get in the way, but our sex life was boring, boring, boring! Lorrie, who reads every woman's magazine that gets published, said that one of her magazines (McCall's or Woman's Day - she couldn't remember) had a series of articles on how to put. Ages between mates also ceased to become an issue, so if one human more advanced in age could still sexually perform, and another had entered puberty, they could copulate or form a bond provided it was mutually agreed. The practice of adopting group surnames continued, however, but it was just a social construct, no longer a legal matter, but simply to maintain a genealogical linage.Because of this relaxing of morals and not enforcing morals on individuals with while they did not agree, nudity. Rita smiled and wiggled her ass while Mitzi pulled her panties down. The girl had no desire to slowly reveal the unknown. She simply pulled Rita's panties down on her legs and let them fall around her ankles, then Rita stepped out of them.Rita was eager to make love, but there was something she had to do first. Mitzi's baggy stockings were hideous... and it was unnecessary."Let me straighten your stockings for you," Rita said as she knelt before the girl.Mitzi stood awkwardly in high heels. " So what is the box of tampons for?" I asked. "Well there is only oneplace you have that they could go. You work it out."The drawer below the panties contained a couple of bras. "We'll have totake you shopping for some new bras. I could only guess your size." shesaid."You might also need some new clothes too. I have thrown out allyour trousers, except these two pairs. They seem to be women's sizing.You kept those quiet, didn't you?" she barked. "I've thrown out all ofyour t-shirts as well. You.