I went hard, deep, then held myself there as my cum spurted into Bev. She encouraged me, "go ahead Pete, give it to me, give it all to me." When I fel... I had no more energy, or cum, I lay my head on Bev's chest catching my breath. I looked up at Bev. She kissed my nose. Wiped the hair from my face.I rolled off to lay alongside her. She on her back, me on my side. I let my hands caress her body. I had to ask,"Was it....ok?" She turned her head to me. Again that crooked smile."You really need to. Another khaki holdall produced two sleeping bags, which they proceeded to unroll."Sorry, old son, we're bushed," said Liam, "not too much kip last night!"We murmured agreement and Angela and I headed off to her room. I was relieved to see a large old-fashioned brass bed with thick quilts. It would have looked inviting even without her beside me. I hadn't slept too well the previous night either.Angela lit a squat candle and its pale glow lent an appropriate ambience. There was still a chill in. Roxy was a little shocked at first but quickly got turned on at the thought of possibly being fucked by so many different guys in one night.It had always been a big fantasy for Roxy to be used and fucked by so many different guys and she relished the thought of finally having this fantasy come true for her. Roxy had always thought of herself as a whore who was prepared to do anything to please Phil and anyone that he sent her to.It was late evening when Roxy and Phil set off for the local. Their brides and their women came out on the balcony in a rush. They were excited about being in New Orleans and they were ready to try seafood for the first time.At the French Market Café, the young women were the first to order Café-au-lait, strong coffee with thick steamed milk added. Sissy and Amanda told them they would like the taste, though it was very strong.They ordered French pastries, beignets, a deep-fried fruit filled pastry that the young women loved and so did the men.The men.