What could she want with me? I'm certainly in no position to give her fashion advice. Does she work here? "Pardonnez-moi. Vous êtes si belle. Mo... cœur chante avec désir. Aimez-vous les femmes?"Uhm ... Yeah. Sounds to me like it may be French. I really wish I understood what she is saying. I'm starting to think that she doesn't work here. I nod and smile sweetly. "I'm Kelly. Nice to meet you." "Mon nom est Janelle. Je suis très heureux de vous rencontrer. Avez-vous un peu de. .i continued to watch you as you masturbated there before me... your fingers now running all over your body... and sliding deep inside your lips....I had the urge to stand in front of the window.. and jerk my hard cock back and forth letting you watch... making it cummm for you....you now moved back to the bed... slipping on top you were in a kneeling position your ass facing me.. your lush pussy lips pouting at me as you reached over and into a box by the bed...and you pulled out a long white. He didn't try to take my bra off, he didn't try to make out with me more or anything. He was incredible, he was amazing, he just caressed my back and arms while I tried to calm down. I was shaking still and I couldn't think, plus I was still all hot and horny for him. So the fact that he showed me so much respect made me fall even more in love with him. Later that night, he had to leave so he could go home and sleep since he had to work the next morning. So he put his shirt back on, and I. And I remembered a lot of those constructive comments. This one being incorrect (if I’d caught it the guy would have been out), I did not disabuse him since I’d missed the catch. Mostly I looked away, but this time I looked over. It was a guy maybe 38, my age, with a 10 year old boy on one side and a nice-looking, dark-haired woman on the other. She looked at me with a funny expression, embarrassed, acting like she hoped I hadn’t heard. Her husband had his lower lip sticking out and a beer in.