Leaving the bone chilling cold of Detroit to spend a long weekend in New Orleans was enough to bring a smile to the face of any seasoned traveler! One...stop over in Memphis, and it would be good by Woodward Ave. and hello Bourbon Street! This would be Colt's sixth visit to the Crescent City, and it was definitely his favorite destination, with all the food, booze and women to be had! His day dream was abruptly interrupted, however, when he chanced to see an absolutely stunning black haired. "I guess so," I replied, but I wasn't sure if it was the truth. I reallycould have used a hug right then, and Dad, bless him, seemed to realizeit. But we had to maintain the secret. All I got was a nod.---The rest of the wait for boarding was pretty uneventful. I talked withAmanda to help pass the time and tried to avoid Josh. I think herealized soon after returning from the restroom that Amanda had let slipcertain information. He seemed upset with her and tried to avoid me too.He and Dad. .. Oh God, just a minute more and I would have come! she thought wildly.Damn! she cursed under her breath, then quickly grasped her robe as she shivered maddeningly from the impassioned sensations still electrifying her loins. Who the devil could it be?"Vicki... ? Oh, Vickiiiii... ?" a throaty female voice called.There's no mistaking that voice; it was the landlady's, Vicki thought dejectedly as she slipped into the robe, hurriedly buttoned it and then gave her hair several quick pats."Oh,. He ran his hand over her belly and over her tits like a buyer inspecting a fine filly ready for sale. Knock! Knock! The noise startled Pat and made her come to her senses. It was someone knocking on the door of the camper. "Yeah! What is it?" Harlon yelled. "Need to get your ass on the road. We gotta ride tomorrow!" the voice returned. "I gotta make Amarillo by morning," Harlon explained. Pat quickly dressed. There was no time to be neat. Her hair was a mess and her skirt was turned to.