That’s a type of peasant French dialect that’s long gone now in old France itself. What I heard was what Madame Montclaire told me was pure Parisi...n French, the kind they sure don’t speak here. She wasn’t aware that I’d overheard her either time, but she was muttering something to herself while she was trying to clean up a room in a bit of a hurry since I’d come to call one day and she wasn’t expecting anyone. We passed a pleasant afternoon both times until Jeffrey came home from work and I. " And with that he grabbed my hand and started leading metowards math.The rest of the morning passed by normally after math, I had English.George however had geography. Before we left math, George suggestedmeeting him at lunch and he'd introduce me to the rest of his friends. Iagreed and then headed towards English. When lunchtime came, I made myway to the cafeteria. After grabbing a tray of food I looked around forGeorge and I saw him waving to me. He was sitting with two girls, Iwalked over. Then with her tongue and mouth against the cock, she pulled it back out with just the head in her mouth and stroked him hard again. She did this with great force and attention until she heard him let out a final moan that she knew was the last pre-cursor to cumming. With her lips locked firmly around John's cock head, Karen pulled on the dick with long, hard strokes. The cum was squirting out of the dick and into her mouth with powerful gushes. After several gushes, she kept jerking at the dick. She popped up a few seconds later brushing the hair from her eyes. She had a look on her face that appeared, she was not amused. She swam to the side of the pool and extended her hand. “Tim, please help me out.”, she instructed, with no emotion. Instantly I realized, I may have crossed the line with her. Truthfully, I really didn’t know her that well. I walked over to the pool and leaned down to help her out. She grabbed one of my hands with her right hand and put one foot the side of the pool..