Time will tell. Thanks tothose who have appreciated my work over the years!Sincerely,Anonymous Writer "Stepfordville"2057... political correctness has finally de-evolved the country into anOrwellian dystopia. Citizens no longer have any rights. They live by astrict moral code that tolerates no individualism, no protest. To getalong you go along, any disruption or distention is not tolerated. Crimeis not allowed. Cross dressing is now firmly on the books as a crime. 1, you all must wear condoms which are on the table, 2, no kissing me on the mouth and 3, nothing inside my bum. Do you agree? Yes they all answered, Anything you say added Dave. Right, lets get this started, whos first? asked Sonya as she undid her dressing gown and dropped it on the floor to admiring gasps. Ill go said Dave as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. Uh! Condom! said Sonya as she laid down on top of the bed propped up on her elbows. Daves cock was about average sized and. He does not notice anything out of the ordinary, so after a couple of seconds he sits down at our table and relaxes. Just then, the waitress returns and places the two coffees and two glazed donuts on the table. She says "I'm sorry I took so long! I called the "Nails Xcetera", and because you told me about their store, I get fifty percent off their body painting! I am going over on my lunch hour to get a bikini put on me, then I am going to work theafternoon topless!"The three of us spend the. We sit chatting on the sofa, my mind is racing, all I can think about is weather she has got that new underwear on under that gown she was telling me about? And are they stockings I can see? We chat for hours. Then she gets up and locks the back door. "Am I staying then?" I ask. She reply's "Well, I'm going to bed if u wanna come up."Following her up the stairs, I could see up her gown defiantly stockings and red underwear. Into her bed room we go. She heads over to shut the curtains, as she.