.." she quoted her fingers as she said, "cleaning." Cleaning?"Gia smiled. "There was a group of Earthies that put something in the phosphorus supply o...f several companies who make laundry detergent. Once on people's clothes, it was supposed to cause the transporters to malfunction and explode." Tiffany nodded, wide-eyed. "It's harmless, but sometimes it can cause itching after prolonged exposure. We dump the clothes into a recycler and a replicator recreates them clean and folded and. .?"I looked at him. It was true confessions time. "No. To both." His jaw almost hit the table. I walked over by the stove and pirouetted. "It's me, not you, that will have to put up with the harassment, and, although you won't understand it," I paused and looked at them, "I feel better, dressed like this, than I ever did wearing a stupid baseball uniform." He looked insulted. I pirouetted again, relishing the swirl of the skirt and the tightness around my waist. The next statement came out. I felt her juices from her little slit as she slid my cock up to meet her clitoris. Touching it against her node, she sat there shuttering with anticipation. Then she rose up on her knees and took my rod in her fist. She started to position it directly under her opening. A look of horror must have crossed my face because in her lustfulness, she smiled and told me, “I want this Gramps!”Both of my hands were on her hips and they came upon a strange feeling band aide patch. My figures were. They said they were staying up for a bit, as I headed down the hall. Once in the bedroom, I shove the pillows under the blanket, covering them up like it was me passed out. Shortly after, my wife came in, shaking the bed to see if I was out. As she went back towards the kitchen, I heard her say," Hes out like a light!" I came out of the closet and peeked down hall, noticing the kitchen light was off and the livingroom light was now on. I slowly made my way down the hall, and could hear the.