Oh yes, did I leave out that the handsomest cousin the family went to college in New Orleans, where drinking alcohol from an open container in the middle of the street and flashing your boobs are not only legal, but I swear it seems like those activities are mandatory.  A campus full of spoiled attractive girls, many of the slutty little local debutantes with classy sounding names of French origin, others having driven in from Texas on I-10 to share their long legged, big haired blonde boobalicious Texas good looks, as well as the campus’ supply of imported New York girls bringing their northern reputation to the Big Easy.  I’m surprised Harvey graduated, because that boy must have had multiple opportunities to fuck and be sucked by hotties every night for four years.  While getting 32 ounce frozen daiquiris from a drive through window.  I know – how did Dolly miss out on going to school in NOLA?  Not to worry, because Harvey’s graduation let me know that I now have yet another city on my favorite fun sexy destinations list.  
Teased you long enough, let me tell you about a New Orleans erotic graduation weekend to remember.  So after Sheila and I flew in together, we took a funky, marijuana-smelling cab in from Louis Armstrong Airport (Isn’t that the coolest airport name in America, named for Satchmo and all that jazz?), we arrived at the Royal Sonesta, pretty much ground zero for the French Quarter on Bourbon Street.  We checked in, got to the room, found two queen size beds (always love when they’re queen size, and not the old, smaller, double-bed size), unpacked a little, and then after I opened up my notebook computer and logged on and got on the internet to check emails.  I figured I’d be checking more later, so I left the computer on and open on the desk opposite the bed in spite of the warnings that they’ll rob you right in your hotel room in New Orleans.  Sheila and I strolled back to Canal Street and caught the Street Car uptown along St. Charles to Tulane to find Harvey.  Yes, you can bring your alcoholic beverage onto the Street Car.  Sheila, who’s been divorced since she and her husband experimented with swinging and she found out what she’d been missing all those years, was looking hot, showing tanned cleavage, and tanned toned legs, white short denim shorts and a canary yellow top, tight and scoop necked.  As per my usual, when traveling I try not to look like the Dolly at my webpage (you guys like my latest photos?).  I had a black skirt, sandals with just few inches of heel, a red sleeveless top, and my blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail.  I wore oversized sunglasses to shade my blue eyes from the glare..."  
 
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