"Would they be like yours?" They could be like mine, or you could choose to wear the clothes that most women wear. The robe I have on is that of an Ap...rentice Wizard. I am wearing it because being young, it is easier when I travel for me to pass as an Apprentice than as the Master Wizard that I am. Also fewer people pay attention to Apprentices," I told them."Could ... could we try the robe on ... to ... to see what it is like?" Almha asked hesitantly."Certainly," I told them, and removed the. Ilean't forward on my perch to ensure my maidens water was flowing in theright direction and not over the rim of the loo, as my busy fingersroamed freely from the pink satin ribbon bows decorating the top of myelasticated suspenders, on over the bare flesh of my hairless expanse ofthighs and beneath the matching ribbons on the front clasps of mysuspender belt and down under the welts at the tops of my stockingsbefore being quickly withdrawn to allow the elasticated ribbons to snaploudly back. The wind was not strong enough, the door, while removed, was still in my sight, and the house did not shake or quiver. Instead, from what I could tell the entire door was not in a single piece, black carbon was burned into the wounds, and the frame seemed to share the same misery. The hinges were hardly any different. Still red from an intense heat, melted to a hideous deformity. Could it have been lightning? What a strange way for it to strike.~~~Then came the gurgling. It was coming from my. My guy stood straight up as she pulled him from the jockeys and she said "oh my" as her hands did a through examination.Her alarm clock went off just about giving both of us heart attacks, and without thinking she slid over me to turn it off dragging her gorgeous slip over my cock. It felt so cool and soft as she did, he started throbbing and I thought I was going to then and there on her slip. She fumbled with the clock and I lay there in new-found heaven, her slip having it's way with my.