The door opened slowly and Edwina stuck her pretty blonde head inside asking, “Is everything all right, mom, we heard a lot of noise in here and we ...thought that you might have fallen or something?”Rebecca thought that her pretty little daughter was joking at first because she certainly didn’t think she looked like or acted like a senior citizen at all.“I was just trying on my new scoutmaster’s uniform, dear. How does it look? Do you think the skirt is the right length?”The girl came into the. "Sounded like it. In fact just talking about it seems to be making you abit thicker." I giggled, giving his cock a squeeze. "Let's try it andsee." Go get the pink lace outfit I teased you about earlier. It is in the topright drawer, right on top." I said, not giving him time to think."But," he started.I laughed. "Oh just get it."In the time it took me to swing my legs over the bed to sit on the edge,he was standing there holding the see through, sheer, lacy outfit.I took them from him and set. Most amazing to behold is the cloak she’s wearing. Like everything else it’s red with white trim, has long sleeves, goes down to the floor, and has a hood that’s up and framing her gorgeous face. She has long brown hair and part of it is hiding half her face. She has hazel eyes and the one that I can see is glittering at me with mischief and a hint of nervousness. She has sharp features but they seem dulled due to her fair skin. She twirls around, the cloak and her hair flipping out then. ‘Yep, bout time ya got yer ass up here, now git it inside.’ Stepping inside the stuffy office, Wade felt his stomach lurch. Foul body odor and nauseating cigar smoke assaulted him and almost choked off his air. Years behind bars taught him how to project a blank look, and he called on that skill now. ‘Yer not keepin’ up, boy. All them machines down there need men runnin’ em, not wimmen. Ya bin a wommen a time er two, eh girlie?’ ‘Sir, I’m working hard, but I’ve had to learn how to run the.