Josh got Catrina another one. Remember, now, Hurricanes have 151 proof rum in them. That amount of almost pure alcohol goes straight to the brain very...quickly.The parades started after dark. The all-black marching bands played their music. The sites and sounds were purely New Orleans' Mardi Gras at its best! The men were hooting and hollering whenever the women popped their tops. Even the innocent little Catrina got into the act. Josh had never seen his wife into the partying atmosphere as he. She turned to me with an eyebrow raised.“What has you so bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning?” She retorted as we walked down the hallway together.“Just finished my morning workout, now heading back to my room for a quick wipedown and breakfast,” I answered. As we walked, I noticed Petra kept looking at me out of the corner of her eye with a satisfied smile on her adorable muzzle. “So, meet me outside Terrance’s study in an hour?” I asked once we got to my door.Petra replied as she walked. It was like he was undressing me in his mind, that made me wet between the legs---a very enjoyable sensation. One I had had with Ronald in years."Hey!" I said, and I think I blushed slightly as I settled in to the chair."Hey," Duane replied. "I'm glad we could meet," he added, smiling."Yeah," I answered. "Me, too!" You look SO much like Tiffany," Duane observed. "I can see where she get's her looks!"I blushed then. I couldn't help it. I hadn't been complimented for my looks in years. Certainly. She was always dressed immaculately and had a sensuous voice to go with the divine figure of hers.I used to masturbate thinking about her almost every day but did not have courage to take the next step and tell her about how I feel. As we shared a common toilet, I would always use it after her, to smell her soiled thongs, the smell of her pussy along with sweat and her piss used to drive me crazy and I would masturbate multiple times sometime. She always bought the best undergarments and her.