And the souvenir shops all displayed sex toys, risque T-shirts and the like or were specialty shops pertaining to subjects like voodoo, an old Haitian...religion that had been practiced in New Orleans for some time. Kirt and I had always joked about his small town naivete, so I was looking forward to his reactions to the Bourbon Street aura: I was not to be disappointed. Kirt, at first, seemed shocked by some of the things we saw, but eventually he loosened up and seemed to take most of it in. V. Dekhne lage maine match laga diya to usne kaha ki mujhe match pasand nahi hai plzz ise hata do to maine t.V hi band kar di our phir usse sexy baatein karne laga.Main usse sexy baat kar hi raha tha ki mera lund lohe ki tarah ek dum tight ho gya abb mujhse raha nahi ja raha tha maine usse kas kar pakad liya wo daar rahi thi pehle maine uske sundar gaalon par kiss kiyaPhir dheere dheere uske honthon par ek pucnh wali papi li taaki usko thora romantic sa lage phir main kas kar uske gaalon ko. He moaned when I bit his lower lip, and broke away to frantically break open my bra. I opened it for him and stuck to him again. He came down and bit my nipple, “ah! Baby slowly..I’m going nowhere”“you’re so hot!”I pulled his head into my breasts, and he suckled hungrily. He bit, squeezed, massaged, and groped to his heart’s content, so when I sensed him slowing down, I took charge.I pushed him to his back on the bed and started kissing every inch of his muscled body. I tasted his nipples and. Before we knew, I was sucking Kevin off on the rock, his hands in my hair and pushing my head down on his shaft. I was sucking and stroking him and a minute or so later Kevin exploded in my mouth. I sucked every drop of his cock. He was moaning as he came. Once over, I pulled my shorts down to my ankles, lay back on the cold stone and asked him to eat me. Kevin was an average pussy eater. But he was a hard worker. He worked a good 10 minutes on my pussy between licking, sucking and fingering.