There was an entrance to a back room with a guy at the counter selling tokens.I bought 5 buck worth and entered. It was very dark and it took awhile ...for my eys to adjust to the darkness. That's when I could see that there were small video rooms lining the walls and what was creepy was a bunch of guys standing around in the dark.I soon found out why. I entered one on the booths and popped in the tokens. The screen lite up and you could chose form about a dozen videos. Gay, TS, Lez, straight. I relished the soft moans and gasps he graced my actions with, and felt his hips slowly rocking into my touch. Moving back to the head of his swollen cock, I dragged my teeth gently across the head, savoring the soft texture and the heat and hardness hidden there. My tongue slid gently over the tip, catching his leaking essence, and savoring his taste flooding my mouth. His taste was heavenly, a bit sweet, making me hunger for more. My lips then slowly slid down to encompass the head of his. In between the races, we hugged and kissed like there was no tomorrow.I stayed in New Orleans an extra couple of days. Selene and I spent all the time together we could. After I returned to Houston, Selene and I talked on the phone as often as I could afford. After Selene finished her semester at the University of New Orleans, she moved in with me. Six months afterwards, we were married in a simple ceremony in a suburb of New Orleans with family and friends as guests.Selene wanted sex a lot. ..see you...that way."Greg, intrigued and thrilled to see and hear his blushing wife opening up in such a way, smiled at her. Clinton smiled as well, and said, "Do you teach your students sex education, Joanie?" They're teenagers. These days, k**s know more about it than I do." Ah, but they'd love to hear it from you!" Clinton said. "If you did a demonstration, say, with a nice big banana, you'd surprise the girls and delight the boys."Joan smiled, her eyes twinkling. "They...seem to grow them.