All that was on the bed was a pair of White laced panties and a bra. I was a little confused but went along as she asked. When she returned she said "...ery nice" you will do fine. She started stuffing the bra and shaped them as she went. "Yes" she said, girls do stuff their bras, so hang in there until I get these puppies perfect. Another girl had joined us and t was getting a little uncomfortable because I was standing there in just panties and a bra and girls were coming in to check the. In the following years as adults, they are free to take promotional testing at any Judgment, as often as they like. Think of a matrix with the CL on one axis and the age by year on the other. For each cell, exactly one in thirty will advance to the next Citizen Level, regardless of how many take the test. Promotion is based purely on relative performance."I laughed. "So for any cell, if only one in thirty take the test, they all pass?" That's right. But the number seeking advancement is always. I grinned. "Miss Sally! How are you?" I replied.Her blush became crimson. "Uh," she choked, "would you ... mmm ... mind ... mmm..."I laughed, and said, "Come on, baby, spit it out!"Her crimson became fluorescent. "I wonder if you'd go to the Sadie Hawkins dance," she rasped; then, "with me." She was not looking at me.I laughed, a belly laugh at this point. She looked stricken, and began to turn away; I took her hand, brushed it against my lips as before, and said, "I will gladly attend the. Sharon was humping my bones so hard the bed was bouncing around like a demented kangaroo with the springs squeaking like a hyperactive church mouse. But I loved it. I loved the way her flushed skin contrasted with her black stockings and suspenders. She was really going for it now. She was grunting and groaning as I let go of her breasts and grabbed onto her jerking hips. My balls were jiggling around in their sack just screaming to let go as the passion got the better of us.Sharon gave a.