It has the French Quarter, the culture, the history, the architecture, the port, Mardi Gras, music and the birthplace of Jazz, to say nothing of its c...isine. People come from all over the world just to eat here. Other cities have fine restaurants but no one visits them just to eat their food. The tourists enjoy the many eateries while they are there, true, but that is their secondary goal. Their main objective is to see the city. Only New Orleans can boast that people visit the city just to eat. My dick hardened even more as I listened to the sounds and feel of her kisses. I moaned in pleasure as she licked the head like a popsicle. I could see the saliva starting to build up in her mouth, and a little drop of it slipped down the right corner. Her head moved down to my hairy balls as she began sucking on my left testicle. How did she know how to do this? Oh... An angry but hurt look appeared over my face, indistinguishable enough that made her plop my left testicle out of her mouth and. Daddy smiled and looked at me, and then he said: “Come up here with Barbara baby.”I did as he asked and knelt on the side next to my father’s face. He smiled up at both of us and then he took each of his hands and placed them between our legs. He began touching our pussies. He slowly touched each of us between our legs as we all watched his fingers disappear inside our open love holes. In and out, in and out, he moved them working on each of our bodies. Then one by one he took his fingers out. God, it felt good as my fingers danced over my clit. I felt it coming back to life after its short six or seven hour hibernation.I looked up and saw Georgia stood in the doorway looking intently at what my fingers were doing. We were both still stark naked so she had a totally unimpeded view as I rubbed myself.She lifted her left leg and put her foot on the edge of the bath, then leant slightly forward and reached between her legs and opened her lips wide with the fingers of her right hand. She.