A history of the proceedings in the city of New Orleans, on the occasion of the funeral ceremonies in honor of Calhoun, Clay and Webster, which took place on Thursday, December 9th, 1852

The room spun about them. The soft lights became blazing stars, whirling through the deep golden hues of Ruby's bedroom. They last their breath from the intensity of their climax. They fought to extract every luscious pleasure from the exploding cunts, then lay panting and breathless against each other as their desire spent itself. "Obhhhh, Baby!" the brunette whispered. "Ohhhhh, wow!" "Nice!" Sheila whispered happily. "Ooooo, that was sooooo nice!" They laughed together, their hands slowly caressing their pulsing bodies. They kissed and stroked each tingling body until they finally relaxed enough to fall asleep in each other's arms. Sheila dropped to sleep with a happy smile on her lips. She had been deprived for too long. Now she was going to make up for all the good screwing she'd been missing. Ruby could guide her. Oh, yes! The sexy brunette could teach her some of the fine points she'd been missing. "Mmnmmmm, Baby!" Ruby sighed as she looked down at Sheila. "Just wait till you hit that convention! The company will never be the same." CHAPTER FIVE New Orleans! The scent of roasting coffee hung in the air, its heady fragrance seeming to permeate the city ...»