You will be mine.”Marguerite stared at him in shock. She now realized how dangerous this man truly was. She stood. “I-I must go,” she stammered....acques stood and closed the distance between them, taking her hands in his and looking down in her eyes. “I have to see you again. You have bedeviled me, and I cannot stand to be away from you.”Marguerite tried to pull herself free. “Please, let me go. I need to go back to my husband.”“Look in my eyes and tell me you do not feel it,” Jacques. Then Steve felt my boobs as we were both sitting on the bed. I couldn't believe how turned on he was getting by feeling my breasts. He had the biggest hard on in his pants, I saw him naked of course a handful of times. But ever since we started having sex it seemed like his dick was even bigger than ever. “Can I kiss you?” I asked. “Well, if you might be pregnant with my baby and I can feel your boobs, then I think you can kiss me,” Steve replied. Then we kissed once passionately. He put his. He was young, had red hair cut off at the nape of his neck and had a beautiful pale and freckled skin. He was slightly taller than me and a little broader across the chest. He looked extremely sexy to me. He also had a slightly husky voice. He asked what I was doing that evening. I told him I was just seeing what happened and asked if he had any ideas. He suggested we visit a gay spa, something completely foreign to me as we don't have these in my own town. I said maybe later and we continued. Mrs. Banks answered the door and I knew I was going to have a hard time playing it cool as I had planned. She was wearing a blue bikini top and one of those gauzey sheer wrap things around her waist. The top was not too scandalous, but, having watched those breasts all week, it was torturous to see them on display like that.“Joey!” she said with an enthusiastic smile, “It is so god to see you.”“You too, Mrs. Banks.” I kind of mumbled.“Oh, stop. Please call me Heather,” she replied, “Come on.