French had never been her strongest subject - and given every time she had visited the country the locals insisted on speaking English, she knew she w...ould never have much opportunity to put what little she had learned into practice any way.She had spent much of the lesson thinking about what had transpired a few days earlier. Watching her father enjoy Miss Driscoll was more erotic, more exciting and more fulfilling than she could ever have imagined. Word had, of course, gotten around school.. “Had to use the bathroom dear.” She said saying the first thing that came to her mind.“What’s that musky smell?” Bruce asks, Sue became frozen with the realisation that he must be smelling hers and Charles’s sex scents.“I don’t smell anything honey.” Sue responds, that is when she felt something sliding between her legs and rubbing against her panty covered pussy.“Oh god no.” She thinks to herself thinking that she might have been caught.“Oh your so wet.” He comments as his fingers slide from. Then howl in ecstasy. Yeah... think big but start small. First let's crack that no-nonsense exterior.The hook turned out to be her ride. She drove a bug-eyed Ford pickup that was born before she was. A farm truck, something hardly seen around here. Dad's gift when she left for the city? Whatever -- it stood out like a pig at a polka party.Judging from the times she worked out, and the ratty truck, I figured her for a college student with an after-school job, probably at a restaurant or bar. It. "Gedric said nothing, but simply maintained a level look with the Lord Admiral.Vortas' voice softened, and the chair creaked as he leaned back. "You may no longer be of the Nobility, but as I understand it, old habits die hard. Noble clans are practically bred to lead."Had the statement been made in anything less than a casual tone, Gedric may have tendered another sharp retort he would regret. He already wished this awkward conversation would come to an end. It would have been better had he.