I began to feel really nervous, again questioning my decision. I felt one finger slowly stroking my hole, sending goose bumps through me. All my worri...s evaporated. I reached up and grabbed Scott’s face, kissing him passionately, my tongue probing his mouth. I let a hand reach towards his crotch, gently touching his raging erection through the material of his boxers. He caught on, silently understanding what I meant. His boxers slid onto the floor. We were both finally naked together. Scott’s. “And you were with Marguerite every day?” he asked.“Of course, just as you insisted,” she explained. “I was here every day, Marguerite went nowhere, saw no one and had no visitors.”“Something is affecting her,” he said. “I can see it in her eyes.”“Oh, you know,” his mother said, “There was that one day. I’m sure it is nothing.”“What day?” Jean asked, “What happened?”“Well, as I said, I was here every day,” Nicole began, “but there was one day where I had to travel to Saint-Pierre-sur-Dives to. I told her how good she looked and she pulled up the bed dress and flashed me. When I started to get up, she pointed at me and said "sit down there, that was not an invite" I kept watching and my rod was hard under the table. After breakfast we left and she retired to the living room with coffee and a cigarette. I made an excuse and went in there. I reached over the sofa and pulled up the house dress and looked at the nest of hair in the panties. She called me a pervert and laughed. Flash. I went in the back. The wizard was right it was so tight that it felt like it was crushing all the bones in my legs, not to mention that they were to short by about a foot too short. The arms barley got up to my elbows. To get the head part on I had to get on my knees and bend back as far as I could. When I snapped the gem back into place the whole room just seemed to grow bigger and bigger, as this was happening noticed that the suit was gone and I felt cold. But then there was something out.