..YET.I waited for Scott to return from the movie and while I sucked him off he told all about groping Becky and feel of her tits, and even the size o...f her youthful perky nipples. I enjoyed and felt privileged that he would share those details with me and I would get even more worked up as I strived to become the "expert" cocksucker he constantly told me I would someday be. I would go on to service Scott for the next 5 years almost daily and true to his word he never touched my cock once and he. Seeing her dance around her apartment in her bra and shorts definitely aroused his curiosity for sure.He peeked out his kitchen window, which faced her building but couldn’t quite get any view of her window. The only place where he’d get any voyeuristic moments would be his backyard. Hard to be inconspicuous in the backyard. He sighed forlornly. ‘Something tells me though she knew I was out there,’ he thought to himself with a grin.He looked at the clock. It was only 7:30. He could have a cup. “Well, just Frank, I’m here to find some poor guy who needs to get it on. I’m so horny I can’t stand it!” I said cupping my hand over his bulge. “You would do, if you can keep it up long enough. Want to fuck?”I saw his forehead sweating. This Sean was so different. Even so, he still stiffened in his pants, and he asked, “Where do you want to go and do it?”I was 22 and had my own place. Mom and Dad knew it, but I know Sean didn’t. He never contacted anyone after our playtime back in the day.. I called my beloved hubby and asked him If he was free to join me.Victor laughed on the phone; of course he would go with me. He said I would be a very potential danger alone there in plain Mardi Gras, in the middle of a wild bunch of well hung black men…After my two days’ business there, I could not wait to get down on the street. I was excited, as Victor was too.I decided to wear a short skirt, a thin blouse and heeled sandals.Victor and I went on Canal Street to see the parade; then headed.