We kissed, and then scrambled into the bath to rinse off. I traced a finger along the length of her labia, leaving it poised over her tiny opening. Sh... nodded, understanding exactly what I would desire next."Whenever you feel ready," I reassured her. "I don't want to rush you."After drying ourselves, we dressed in fresh gowns, leaving the soiled garments hanging over a rail by the door. When I returned later, someone would doubtless have collected them and left fresh ones in their place, such. I looked at with a half seriousexpression before I asked her if I could touch it, she nodded andreached down with a hand and touched a pair of her black silk knickers.She asked me if I would like to kiss them and with a barely heardwhisper I said yes."Only a real sissy would want to kiss a pair of knickers owned byanother woman and I'm not sure if your enough of a sissy! You're Peter,well why don't you prove it then! March next door, knock on your Auntiesdoor and in a clear loud voice ask her. Mistress Melissa stood there. "I hope you don't mid, Sir Vincent, but I invited myself for breakfast."So saying she strode into the suite, followed by two women who Sir had not met. "Please, come in. If you'll excuse me for a minute I'll throw some clothes on." Sir dressed quickly, donning a linen shirt and pale slacks. He rejoined Mistress barefoot, with his short hair still damp. Over the most exquisite fruit salad, coffee and toasted croissants with strawberry and champagne jelly they. I heard her yell in pain as another lightning bolt hit her and I saw her grab a healing potion. I shot a fireball from the staff that hit the Thalmor mage. He turned towards me and saw his own death. He turned to run but he was too late. Dawnbreaker cleaved his skull in half. I turned towards the prisoner they had been escorting. “Go, get out of here. You didn’t see anything.”He ran off into the growing dusk. I turned towards Lydia, who came limping up to me. “We Nords are quite accustomed to.