The second group had been three men threatening customers outside, (very dumb in Retreat). The third had been another two armed men that had tried to ...se swords. I glanced at Greg when he slid a tankard of cider to me with a small pouch. I nodded and took a drink before slipping the pouch into my belt.I had not always been a tavern breaker. I had been a trained soldier since I was very young and since I was a half breed elf that was not yesterday. More customers came in and most nodded to me. I had only a vague idea of where we were, though I knew Bourbon Street was that cross street to the right. I had no idea of how James had managed to get us spots on that side street's low balcony. The average street partyer's head was just below waist level. I thought it was the perfect place to hand out beads to the best-equipped girls flashing past us and possibly cop a feel or two.We had hit the motherlode. I thought I'd run out of beads about ten o'clock at the current rate of disbursement.. She was leaning her face in, shuffling in the dark to lie underneath Beth on her back, wriggling along the floor. Beth felt down with her hands. She could feel that Kathleen had moved to lie directly under her, tongue sticking out, hot pee splashing onto her, soaking her face and hair, covering her clothes as she lay on the lift floor. Still the hand kept probing round her bottom. Beth found herself incredibly turned on by this, in the pitch black it didn't feel as inappropriate as it would. Since this was vacation we could have slept in, but I had better plans. My wife was in a frisky mood and instead of pushing my hand away, she pushed into it. She was wet, and it wasnt just my cum left over from the night before. Ohhh, if you keep doing that I may have to jump on top of you. She murmured.As nice as that sounds, I want you on the beach. Maybe you can jump on me on the beach. I suggested.Well get in trouble. Hold the thought.I jumped out of bed, leaving a smoldering wife behind..