I want you to strip”.Immediately I realise that I not in trouble. She wants to see if my cock is bigger than her husbands. “Are you sure Cynthia?�...� I ask. “Very sure” she said “get undressed. I started to take of my tie and then my shirt. She is sitting there wide-eyed. She moaned quietly. I am already hard and I kick off my shoes and socks. Her face is getting flushed. I undo my belt and then drop my pants. I am moving slowly, teasing her and she licks her lips. Finally I pull down my. I was hungry, but I could see no restaurants, despite this being the French Quarter. I sometimes was walking past the street scene that lead up to Ambrosine’s- or Antoine’s, or Tujague’s, or the long-gone original Brennan’s- but the restaurants wouldn’t be there. One was a Burger King, another a McDonald’s, a third a Ruby Tuesday. I walked into a restaurant that looked largely like the Po’Boy shop I ate in all those years ago, and I of course ordered a Po’Boy- but when I got it, it was that. Or are you going to join us?".They pulled back the bed covers and Marion said,"Yes.Come and get in bed.She has told me so much about you".I didn't need to be asked twice and climbed into bed between them saying,"Exactly what has she been saying about me?"."Only that you are a well hung young man and a bloody good fuck".The first neighbour pulled down my pants causing Marion to gasp,"You weren't wrong there.He is bloody big".At this she took my cock in her hand an proceeded to wank me before. I could see she was nervous, and something in me told me to stop. I wanted to stop because I knew the consequences that would follow my not stopping. In other words, I was sure I could make her.What girl can't be made? I've said that often enough. Every girl wants to be made. There is no girl anywhere in the world who doesn't really, at least secretly in her innermost heart, want to be laid. It is just the rule of the world.So I knew I could make Janice. I always had known I could make her. But.