But it never went any farther. She'd stop, and push herself away a little, and just stare up in to my eyes. We'd stare in to each other's eyes, almost...panting with desire, and she'd softly say, "I love you." And it would stop. The anxiousness. The desperate need. It just went away. Her voice and her look were all about love and tenderness and stopping. She wanted to stop. I could tell she didn't *really* want to stop, but she was stopping. And I loved her so much, it didn't occur to me to do. No problem at all. Donovan closed the door and led AKA across thesomewhat pretentious marble-and-chandeliered entrance hall to the expensivelydecorated living room. Which was almost, but not quite, the size of a tenniscourt. Well, the house was a trophy house, right? His first marriage aside, everything AKA's brothertouched had always had a way of turning to gold. AKA had never been enviousof Phil's success, however. But, then, AKA lusted for things other than money. Yes, indeed, he thought as. ." He tried to rememberexactly what he'd made up. "'were excessively feminized by theirmothers, including forced wearing of dresses and other femaleparaphernalia.'" Zoe's eyes widened somewhat. "You know she'll believeanything with big words in it. She probably thought that meant thatthere was a two-thirds chance you'd turn into a lesbian if she keptdoing that to you. That's probably why she left us at home instead ofdragging us to that stupid wedding, because you'd have to wear a dressif you. " "Fucking hell." She whispered. Her pussy started to moisten. "Everything OK?" Marlon asked, handing her the cool water."Yes just fine." She replied moving past him and closing the door. The snap the lock made as she turned the key sounded like a gun shot. "Just for privacy's sake, can never be too careful who might be watching or listening."Marlon, standing as still as a statue, just nodded. "Can I put on some music or will that distract you." She asked in a whisper. "That would be fine. We.