She left me a note to say a lady called Helen had vouched for her.That evening when I returned I read the note and was stunned. In the bar later for p...e-dinner drinks, I saw Helen and asked her as casually as I could "I believe you helped out a friend of mine." "Oh yes" she said, "Lovely girl. Glad to help her." She had a wicked look in her eye.After dinner, some people headed to their rooms and other decided to go out dancing. Helen's husband was playing host to a few other guys and when he. Shit, I have no idea what this says. And I had three years of French. True, I got B's and C's. Well, and a D. But still, you'd think some of it would make sense." It is Medieval French," Marie-Renee said, looking over Jennifer's shoulder at the book the young girl had found on the dust-covered desk. "Mon Dieu! The last notebook of Michel de Nostredame!" You read Medieval French?" Jennifer asked skeptically."Naturellement," Marie-Renee said. She eagerly began to skim through the book. There were. She was gaining on her climax like a runaway freight train. I resumed nibbling on her clitty and kept up with the thumb job. She went stiff as a board, then let out a whimper. It seemed like forever for her to her to catch her breathe. I repositioned myself up beside her and hugged her tight then kissed down her neck. Once she had come down she said "thanks. I really needed that." She wriggled back into her skirt after buttoning up her bodysuit, then drove us back to school. It's probably a. The lift pull up at 7 and the doors started to open; I picked up my sack and turned around to leave.This amazing woman pressed the door open button and held it. She smelt so good and you could tell she was fine in all ways.“So Santa do you have any candy canes left? I could really use something to suck on. Something really hard long juicy.” Leaving me with no doubt what she was after.I turned and she let the button go the door closed behind and with a bump we were off to the 19th floor.“I think.