Even though I was going in quickly, something so shocking made me stop in my tracks when I got to the showers. My friend and teammate Taylor (my grade...) was sitting on one of the wooden benches you could put your stuff on, leaning back, eyes closed, as another one of my teammates, Chad (who was a 6th grader), gave him a blowjob from his knees. I felt myself get hard and unconciously start jacking off. I slowly moved my hand up and down along my 5 1/2 inch shaft. I watched in awe as Chads head. “Do you like this movie, Ricky?” Mari asked in a teasing manner. “Would you like to re-enact this movie with me?” Ricky looked at Mari and shyly replied while his hands continued their massage of Mari’s pussy, “Mari, I’ve never done any of that dirty stuff. I wouldn’t know where to begin.” Ricky’s whole hand massage gave way to fingers darting in and out of Mari’s pussy. “I, I, I think it would be too naughty,” he whispered.Mari jumped up off the couch, she could see she had her work cut out. Lots of old wooden doors branched off of it leading to unknown places. I reached the washroom door, it was wooden and hung crooked on its hinges. I noticed that there was no mens and women's, just one for everyone to share.I shoved the door open. There were two sinks, a cracked mirror, two urinals, and three stalls. The paint was faded green, the led light flickered. It was quite creepy. I entered a stall, surprisingly clean, the toilet even had a seat! I was happy to find that there was a hole. . we looked ... and then searched and after that ... we hunted. There are NO marinas in New Orleans. No marinas ... no place to park the Vellamo. With no place to park we have to move on.Coming within paint scrapings of Buttercup, a New Orleans river tug ... and being severely cussed at in the process ... the Captain, top hat and all, leaned out his window ... something THAT big is not a porthole.He spit a huge stream of broadleaf tobacco juice out on the river and sang, "Jag ser din outfit som.