She loved Mandeville. She did. Clean city, nice shopping centers, good schools, excellent waterfront park... But it was at this time of year that, to ...ome measure, she felt disconnected from everybody. All the native Cajuns always seemed to have a tradition about the way they celebrated Mardi Gras. This included the parades, surely, but they disappeared to family member's homes for Cajun boils or were invited to other parties.Therefore, it was the parades which were her participation in the. Tonight, I cannot sleep. It’s so hot. I know turning over repeatedly just makes it worse so I lie still, wondering if it’s time for the ‘clack-clack’ of high-heels as their owners stagger back to nearby rooms. Eventually, I must have dropped off, otherwise I would have recognised the sound. Instead, all I heard was something like ‘Ughff’, which sounds easier than it spells. I listened for any follow up. It came. A kind of groaning just outside my window. Looking out, I saw the human form. I was playing with her hair. She slowly slid her legs on top of mine. Her hand was around my waist. I had got a boner by then.As I was comforting her, Shalini suddenly started kissing my neck. Then she went onto my chick. That made me wild. I pulled her on my thighs and we had a long smooch. Our hands were exploring each other.While smooching, we lied down on the recliner. She took my t-shirt out. I removed her spaghetti. Her big melons were struggling in the red plunge neck bra. I licked down. "Oh, yes, John," she groaned. Our breath came in gasps as we climbed the pinnacle swiftly.I heard myself groan, "Oh, God, yes, Missy," as my hips slammed into her one last time, I felt each spurt as I emptied into her.Missy's hips rocked back and forth, milking me as she groaned and sighed."Good morning, honey," I panted as we both stopped rocking into each other."Morning," she murmured.I hugged her tightly."I'll give you sixty years to stop waking me like this, John." It would be my pleasure,".