"Oh. Monsignor Flavin did not say I was to wear any, sir."The visitor made no comment, but walked over to the drawers and took out the statue of the m...n's penis. Molly had not felt able to look closely at this, but the visitor evidently knew all about it."Well, since you seem to have no shame, take off the skirt but retain the blouse. It will be even more provocative than nude, I think."As she obeyed, Molly blushed because, as he had intimated, she felt more naked than if she had been. Uncle Alex did not resist or retract his hands, so after a few minutes the youngster stretched, raising her arms with a fake yawn, then settled against the adult again. Her actions had pulled the hem of the nightie up from under his hands and moved them enough so she could feel their warmth right on her pelvic arch.The adult guessed his niece's intention. He let his finger tips roam over the cloth of her underpants."Do you want me to check the front of your undies too?" he whispered in her ear.. This would let the exiles take over the governing of Ixler and provide the opportunity for the enslavement of that many people. Unfortunately, the exiles had not thought their solution through to its logical conclusion: once the Wenrarians had chased the humans out, the Wenrarians would own Ixler and could tell the exiles to get lost. Ixler would have new rulers, and they would be Wenrarians! At this time, the entire planet of Ixler would be enslaved.The humans, who were getting bored, were. While he shut his computer down, Whitney hopped out of his lap. A moment later, the three pulled their willing husband to his feet.Picking Whitney up, he started toward the couch with her. By the time he covered the few steps needed, his jeans and shorts were around his ankles. Standing on first one foot, then the other, he allowed the girls to rid him of his shoes and lower garments, impressing them with his balance.It only took a moment to remove a giggling Whitney’s few clothes – she wasn’t.