What little ambiguity lay in her silent trailing off didn't leave me with much wiggle room. If she was talking about what I thought she was talking ab...ut and I lied, claimed to be fully fledged as it were, she might need a story, a background, a who, what, when, where, and why. I wasn't prepared to make up a story on the spot so I shook my head "no" and felt my face redden.What she said next floored me, and still does to this day when I think about it. I was half-expecting some advice on how to. Chuck didn't know if anything could develop with this fascinating woman... but he didn't want to just let things get strained, or uncomfortable. And so he opted to treat the events of the last few hours as something slightly off normal, but cute... one of those things you tell stories about later in life and laugh at."It's amazing," he said, turning back to the mirror and fiddling with his hair, as if her sudden entrance was nothing more than a minor distraction "how underdressed someone can. .."Jacques abruptly stopped thrusting and pulled out of her."What did you say about Clothide?"Brigitte was too far into her orgasm to answer, just moaning in pleasure as it washed over her. Eventually she came down from the heights and tried to refocus her eyes."What my love? Why did you withdraw, you know I would have waited for you to come?" She had no idea what Jacques was talking about.Jacques said angrily, "You said that Clothide is dead, tell me what you know!" Oh my God, did I say that?". “Love some.”“How do you take it?”“MMMM with cream.” again I emphasized the word “cream”.We sipped coffee while we waited for the rain to let up but instead it only fell harder and harder. The whole time he scanned my body nonchalantly, or so he thought. I could almost feel his eyes moving up from my feet to my calves, onto my smooth exposed thigh and onwards to my tits. His unspoken attention causing my little gash to moisten.“So Mr. Teacher. I really do appreciate you waiting with me like this.