..I laid on the bed next to her, listening her breath, moaning in a hornyfog, still excited, frustrated and unsatisfied, stroking and kissing hergorge...us curves, her beautiful, firm breasts, feeling her nipplesfirming up in my lips, her flat stomach, her thighs, inhaling her smell,kissing her velvety skin, her slender, long legs, her dainty, beautifultoes, wrapped in sheer, smooth hosiery, feeling their shape with mylips, drinking in the faint, sexy aroma of her feet, still caring thesmell of. "So long as the Nephilim have no idea what I did, then so much the better," I replied. "I can't think of an effective defence against it yet." I can think of a few," said Morgana. "I'll go over them with you later." Thank you, my Mage." I replied.We returned to Sverresborg and were met as ever by Vaniralla Freya and her household detachment who escorted us to the residence. This time however all the interest on our party was focussed upon me rather than Morgana, who was dressed rather. .lol But spent longer looking at the pictures of the women with boots on, to which i got a hard on.So you can imagine just how i felt when suddenly...i have a pair all to myself they were now mine. The first thing i did was try them on, i could just squeeze my foot into them, then spent some time with them on, as i continued my search .. i came across panties, suspenders, and a pair of stockings, as it was now getting late, and bed time. i yelled out goodnight to my parents. Now ready for the. ’ She let go of my shirt and slid her right hand down my body, reaching my belt buckle before I could stop her. I grabbed her hand and held it, stopping her fingers from trying to unclasp my belt with my left hand. ‘I’m not here for you Liz.’ My harsh voice stabbed at the room, filling the corners with a gruff and dry voice, not angry or vicious, but truthful. In fact I was here because I couldn’t find a window in which to detach myself from her after I helped her out of my car. I was planning.