A hidden folder of her pics. Her nude pics. My stepsister had taken several pictures of herself in very compromising positions. There were pics of her...in her underwear, topless, bottomless, full nude, lingerie. There were even pics of her fingering herself, pics of her in the shower, and even one of her from the backyard. At that moment I realized how incredibly hot she was. I noticed her pear shaped C-cup breasts and her nice plump ass. Her pussy was clean shaven with the exception of a small. “That being said, I enjoy my reputation and the rumors and the way that it draws women to me at times. The whole ‘bad boy’ thing. Lots of women can’t help but go for it, at least once. Then they find out that I’m not such a bad boy, but in your daughter’s case, they don’t mind so much for the purposes of marriage, at least. Glad that it’s an open marriage, of course. I’m going to love boning my mother-in-law! Perhaps we can do that right after Miles bangs my wife!” Yasu grinned wickedly at. Shape-shifting was a skill I was going to need. I was going to need it in ways that Grandpa Andy hadn't thought of, so I practiced shifting. The problem was that I was still looking for a wrinkle to it that I couldn't explain, even to myself.I knew and understood some practical limitations to what I could and couldn't do with shape-shifting. Unlike mom, I couldn't 'become' a river, as she could. Unlike dad, I couldn't 'become' the rock. Those kinds of transformative magics were limited to. He turned on the recorder, aimed the stereo mikes at the owl, and hit record. The owl seemed to be purposely holding back, but he kept the device on target, knowing he had 32 gigs of storage. Finally, the owl rewarded him with a clear call.Though faint, he heard an answering call not long after. Unfortunately, it was coming from deep in the woods. Not having marked any trails, it wouldn’t be practical – or safe – to try to track down the second owl. The first owl chose that moment to leap.