I knew it was my fault, I should have raised them better. I was asleep in thirty seconds. We spent the next day walking around the French Quarter and ...uying junk. We walked down St. Peters and ate at a restaurant next to Jackson Square, had coffee and beignets, and went to the French Market were my ladies bought more junk. We took the Riverwalk streetcar back to the hotel. After a shower and a nap we went to NOLA, Emeril’s restaurant in the French Quarter. We did sample the other’s food that. Pierre was more the face of the school because he was the one who daily hauled out the metal cans for the bin men and attempted to keep the small outside garden organized with something less than a green thumb. He was the one to receive the deliveries from the tradesmen and who turned away vendors seeking an audience for peddling their wares.There was a constant steam of posh, upper class young ladies who arrived with a flurry of luggage and some confused parents who were denied actual entrance. Let me explain you all about my rocking sex story with my neighbour aunty. What a dashing lady she is. Her name is jalpa of 29 years old, housewife and having a 3 year old cute kid.I stay in mumbai as a paying guest where in the same society jalpa stays. She uses to visit our lanlord house frequently for asking help as her hubby goes to office daily. They are new to that society. One day she was talking with my land lord, i was working in my laptop. She saw me that i was using laptop and she. By now the four of us, Emma, Sally, Chrissie and I (Lauren) were bouncing in time to the next song. “I can’t believe you flashed your tits at him!” I shouted into Emma’s ear. She just grinned, shrugged her shoulders and shook them at me. As the last song began, one of the bouncers shuffled along the mosh pit, obviously looking for someone. “You! Blondie! ” He shouted, pointing at Emma. She forced her body between a couple of guys hanging onto the railings. The guy was shouting into her ear..