"The ... the stuff!!" Oh, that thing," I said. "Yeah, you can't remember that. You can't remember where it is, or how it works, or the last four or fi...e crucial insights that let you take control of it." I paused. "You can't even remember what it does, exactly."I knelt down to look at him. "You can't even remember what it does. All you can remember is that you used it and it helped you. And now you can't even remember where it is or what is does. For all you know," I said, standing again, "this. She placed this on the bed, then removed her blouse and slacks without ceremony. Her plain white bra unfastened easily to expose sweetly rounded breasts, the tips of which turned ever-so-slightly upwards. Last to go were a pair of white panties, which slid below a neatly-trimmed landing strip and over the curve of her thigh. They clung for a moment to one shapely knee, then plummeted to her feet.From the box she removed a pair of white stockings, a garter belt with attached furry tail, a pair. From behind I put my hands on his hips, pull him closer and rub my dick against his ass. He says, “What, you’re not even going to let me try on anything?” as he reaches behind and rubs my buzzed head. I smile and say “not a chance” and I kiss his neck and reach down into his underwear and play with his cock. He returns the favor and reaches behind his back and grabs a hold of mine. I quickly turn him around. With our bulges rubbing against each other he puts both arms around my neck and shoves. I know the menstrual discharge is not toxic and will wash off my dick with soap and water, so if you want to fuck, I have no problems with giving you whatever you need. Some girls think orgasms help make their cramps milder or even go away. Anyway, sweetheart, it’s your body, so whatever you want to do is just fine with me.”“I’d like to try it Uncle George. I’ve read that the menstrual blood can dilute a girl’s lubricating fluids, so maybe we should use some KY or something similar so I don’t.