Of course Mardi Gras is more than just Bourbon Street, and our night started out innocent enough at a family friendly parade uptown. Once the parade p...ssed, we made our way downtown to a bar in the French Quarter that we frequented. We chatted over a few drinks and then I suggested we check out Bourbon. To my relief, she said, 'Okay' with a big mischevious grin. We walked through the streets of the French Quarter, both feeling buzzed and a little turned on. Before we even got there, while. I found her leaning back against the breakfast bar staring into space.I was stuck, I could see the hurt and pain etched deeply into her face, shewas in total shock. What could I say? "I am sorry love."She turned slowly and I could see the tears forming in her eyes, "Tai whatwas that all about? Why were you wearing my clothes?"How did it come to this?From a very early age I was always a bit of a misfit. I grew up in fosterhomes after my mother was hospitalised for alcoholism and later. She had a look of determination on her face. She was also more than a little mad. She clutched at his arm when she came up to him."Are you through feeling sorry for yourself now?" Barbara demanded.For a moment, Steve was tempted to throw her anger back at her. He was quiet while he got his temper under control. He gave his wife a half-smile."Yeah... I think I am," he said quietly.He had been disturbed to find something of that within himself just this afternoon. He'd quashed the "poor me". M stood up on the sofa, carefully turned about, and rammed her pussy in my face..I ate that pussy like I hadnt eaten for weeks! lolI knew it wouldnt take long to blow, and when i did cum for the second time, it was still a hefty enough load of surprise D and cover her hair, face and tits in jizz. After I finished spurting, we all kind of just looked at each and laughed! We then slumped on the sofa out of breath and we stroked each other affectionatly and commented on how fucking awesome this.