I felt her firm tight skin with my hands and couldn't help but feel like the night wasn't over yet."I need to make this up to you," she said. "Please...don't tell anyone about this." Up until now I have pretty much kept my promise. She asked me how she could go home like this. I pulled off my puke-covered sweater, and then my clean t-shirt, offering it to her, saying that I could always grab something from Jeff. 'Grateful' is an understatement. She took the t-shirt and put it on top of the. I was pleasantly surprised and shocked. I did not expect this at all from her.The woman thought about for a second and then replied, "I'm actually taking these for my boyfriend who can't be here, but since you asked I think I will take some for myself too."And with that, Sara unzipped my pants, reached her hand in there, squeezed my dick, pulled my pants down, and the pulled my cock out. The women giggled as she turned her camera to my hard dick exposed in the middle of the crowd on Bourbon St. She told she will close her eyes and try to sleep. My hands were shivering, I slowly applied oil on her neck and upper back. I wanted to go down as much as possible. I was rubbing her sides of the breast. Slowly I go down near her ass. She asked to stop and apply on her leg. I was dissapointed but started from her toe. Slowly reached her knee. As I moving she was holding her body tight and moaning Aha ha feeling so good. It exited me a lot. I was moving up till her ass. My fingers were touching. Her broad hips were nicely boxed by the thin red strip of velvet that looked like a red arrow to her wet and wanting pussy. Turning she admired how her firm breasts were held nicely by the red bustier. The material showcased her ample cleavage while, providing only a hint of her dark areolas surrounding the swollen and sensitive nipples. She wondered how soon would Jim finally latch upon them and tease them with his talented wet tongue and hungry lips. The delicate red choker surrounded her.