" I don't want to be unfair or go back on what we said," Mom said, aftergiving Dad a few moments to see if he'd say anything, "but... I get thatyou've...felt like you wanted to be a girl for a long time, but we didn'tknow that until recently, and we haven't taught you much of what youneed to know to be a girl out in the world. So far you haven't goneanywhere without us except school. It's just... I worry about you."I smiled a little. The overprotectiveness was a little annoying initself, but. “So when will I see you again?” I asked, smiling at her.“I think Friday,” she said. “We’ll go to dinner and take a walk. Maybe you can show me some of the sights.”“That sounds good. Text me this time so I have a way to contact you and we’ll figure everything out.” I stepped forward and put my arms around her, giving her a soft kiss, filled with playful promise.She tussled my hair and laughed as I tried to fend her off before giving the girls hugs and stepping back to watch us get into Lana’s. When she achieved her second orgasm, her nails made furrows in his back, and she whispered words of endearment. Not long afterwards, he could hold back no longer, and they clung to each other as the most incredible climax swept over them in wave after wave. Afterwards they lay, satiated and satisfied in total relaxation. ‘Do you think we should go back down?’ ‘No, my wife and the rest are either drunk or high. Nobody will miss us. That was so good. I’ve never experienced sex as nice as that.’. Admittedly that was not just because of Funès’s amazing angry outburst, but also because of the four very sexy female ‘Gendarmettes’. So although I may not be able to faultlessly write an entire email in French, I do have access to that language and have never avoided French films or music. And so I was confident I’d be able to make my way through this monument of a song. I’ve been on stage before. I know my limits.Like most things French the song is pompous, longwinded and fairly inaccessible..