Guess being older does help sometimes. We started drinking beer and she danced with me and alot of different guys, the music was loud and even saw her...smoking some weed with a group of people. She was at one time drinking a beer bong and getting it all over her at the same time so she was plastered as hell. Alot of the guys talked to me and was amazed that she and I came together yet we were separated. It was a weird time but yet fun as well. I walked around alot talking, dancing with some. Maybe I’ll tell you. Maybe I’ll show you and then you will figure it out.” She pressed herself harder against my cock, shimmied a little. “Another few millimetres?" She chuckled softly. "I think you must like girls who do judo!” “Uh…” She was right, of course but I was not ready to say it out loud.“I like that you did not panic, but it would have been much more interesting, in a good way, if Lucille had told you about my expertise in judo and yet you still went for it with me.”I shrugged. “I. And my mental stability, taken away at the whim of someone I knew and had no reason not to trust.“Do you want to stay in New Orleans?” he asks.“No.” That choice is easy. The city isn’t alive anymore. I don’t think she’s been alive for a very long time. Laissez les bons temps rouler is a state of mind, embodied by the New Orleans of the past, not of its present or of its future. She lives in my memories of beads and feathers, masks and Voodoo, mausoleums and the scent of a stormed tossed river.. And I want to watch you blow him,” I tell my man as I scratch his ass cheeks to increase his pleasure.“Getting close are you baby, you are breathing very heavily. Kerri is very good isn’t she?“I am going to count to ten for you for your pleasure. You like me doing that.”Kerri is obviously determined to prolong the sexual pleasure she is giving my man, and me as I watch and enjoy, as she lets his cock slip out of her mouth and licks and teases his nipples with her very wet tongue.Then she licks.