She couldn’t wait to go to Mardi Gras and buy a Pat O’Brien’s Hurricane from the famous bar on St. Peter Street. She wanted to return to the lov...ly courtyard again — they visited it during the day and just looked around. She could hardly wait to go the Preservation Hall to hear live Jazz music or to see all the risqué decadence costumes on Bourbon Street on Mardi Gras day and the Southern Decadence Festival held later each year. How her father could believe that New Orleans was debauchery and. As I turned over I saw a glint of sunlight off my next door neighbour’s window. I was now lying on my back and in full view of anyone there but rather than being embarrassed I found I was a little aroused by the thought. I closed my eyes, nearly, so I could see what was going on without it being obvious. A few seconds later I saw Annie, the Palmer’s 18 year old daughter quietly open her window and look out. By now my cock was thickening but I couldn’t move without scaring her away. A moment. In the middle of the park is a playground with a swing, a slide and a picnic table. We usually stop at the park to have a go on the swings and just play around. Tonight I put my bag down on the table but as I turn around Evan has grabbed me and is kissing me hard. All I can see, smell and feel is him. I get lost in desire and the here and now. I reach down and get a handful of his cock, which is now hard, hot and throbbing in my hand. He bends his head and begins to kiss my collar bone. Down. .” He frowned. “I can’t shake the feeling that people are dying, that something is picking us off one by one.”Emily grunted and gave a deep sigh. “Oh, don’t say that. The lower numbers can mean anything. Mark?”Mark looked at Emily. Their gazes locked, and time seemed to stand still. “You want to sleep here tonight?” Emily thought as her hand patted the mattress she was sitting on. “Not for sex, here in Jada’s bed I mean, just for companionship. I’m afraid, and it’ll help me sleep.”Mark thought.