Although that gown she has selected would hug her figure so tightly that one wrong move would sunder it to the finest degree; a sight any man and many...women would enjoy to the fullest!Oh how I could see it happening…She starts walking up the aisle, her high heels doing their steady clip-clip-clip-clip with each step she takes.Her body would set the gown to gleaming in the light, swirling with the sapphire blues and emerald greens as a sea of iridescent beauty ebbing and flowing; her hips. " stammered Niomi looking to Miori."Surprised to see me, Niomi? sneered the woman. "Shall I tell her?" she asked Hyota who nodded his assent. "You see, Niomi, I never left the village. Hyota and I have been seeing each other without your knowing." But, you agreed..." Agreeing to and doing are not the same. Hyota and I intend to continue seeing each other. I have the ring ... and your money." And ... and you knew?" Niomi asked of her son, tears appearing in her eyes."It was my idea. You're not. Scott and Gabrain took the opportunity to review how other things were progressing in Oban. Further shipments of Rouncey horses had been traded here and Scott now found he had over sixty of the huge beasts with breeding underway. Work had been ongoing at the Oban camp to install a similar sewer system to that achieved at Inveraray and the local craftsmen were working flat out to install toilets in all of the accommodation.Inveraray had supplied a schoolteacher and Oban now had a thriving school. Grandma picked me up in her old car, glad to see me (she lived alone) and glad to have a "man" around the house to look after things. Although she was roughly 68 years old, her body was one of a strong, vibrant woman much younger. Her hair wasn't totally white yet (it was still mostly dark)and her body seemed strong and firm compared to other women her age. She was a bit large-boned and had large breasts, thighs and buttocks. But as near as I could tell, she was not too jiggly like other older.