I stood slowly stroking my shaft as she put on a pair of medium brown shiny pantyhose, and short black half slip which shimmered in the morning light.... "This is one of Connie's...a bit tight on my ass, but you liked the last one I wore, so I'm going to wear her stuff for you." I watched fascinated as she walked over to her dressing table, applied bright red lipstick, and brushed her hair into a sexy upsweep. The slip was very snug across her full ass and thighs, and the shiny texture of it and. " He grinned as he let that thought die at the end of the sentence.As with Grandma Cor and the wizard Trellis, 'Uncle' Oscar gladly answered my questions and pointed me where I needed to go to find the resources I should need later. I thanked him for his time, and his warm welcome and promised that if and when my curiosity resulted in something, he'd be one of the first I'd share it with.I got in a little trouble when I got back, having 'stayed out' past my bedtime, but a quick check of where. Alya looked nervous, even a little frightened. Lissa put an arm around her. "What's wrong?" she asked."I don't know..." Alya replied. "I guess ... I guess I'm still a little intimidated by your dad. I've wanted to impress him, because I wanted him to approve of you and me being together. But I..."Greg stood up and strode over to her. He knelt in front of her and took her hands in his own. "You don't have any reason to be afraid of me any more," he told her with a tender smile. "I only want my. Even the prophecy itself, really made simple sense to her.Of course, someone who instinctively knew how good or bad someone is, would have a terrible time picking a mate. If she rejected Junior, he would have to compromise and possibly end up miserable like Young Nick and Hilde. And would he choose the beautiful Beata? How would she feel for the next hundred years or so knowing she was his second choice? She had also looked miserable at breakfast, sitting uncomfortably where she clearly didn’t.