I might not get anything done."Joanie concealed her glee as she watched Cyd's eyes never leave the screen.Cyd licked her lips and finally looked at Jo...nie. Joanie hit another key and the audio portion came on. You could hear the cock gliding in and out and the cries of the girl getting her cunt stretched.Cyd squirmed while standing there, her eyes again on the screen. Finally, enough self-control got its act together and Cyd looked at Joanie again. Joanie started laughing, making light of the. I made a mental note to have a chat with my 'friend', I sat there and consoled her. She was drinking mojitos, and kept grinding her mint leaves with a mortar and pestle, I couldn't help but get turned on looking at her muscle tone as she bruised the mint leaves. She got up to make us another round, and I hopped up take a leak. When I came back, I noticed she had unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her blouse. I couldn't help but see she was not wearing a bra and I liked what I saw. We talked for. "You k**s today," she said. "If you like I'll come back later." No", I said. "We end this now." Well, come on", said Rhonda, "show me what you got big boy." Is that your old coach?" Where?"Rhonda looking at the screen gave me the chance to spin her around and take the envelope out of her undies. She was not happy over the trick I pulled on her."You bastard", she said."Yeah, yeah", I said, giving her a pat on the ass for her troubles. "Here you go, Mrs. Tate. I apologize for her actions, but I. Indeed, they've haunted me since that night.She said her name was Mirabel, and that she was from Canada, without elaborating. I wasn't sure if she was telling the truth or not, but her accent definitely wasn't that of a Yat.Nick introduced us (I'm Paul, by the way), and he offered to fetch her a drink, which left me with a chance to find out a little about her and those mysterious eyes. She said she was visiting a cousin who lived in the city and was enjoying her first Mardi Gras.As we chatted,.