A bunch of us went to Bourbon Street to enjoy the Mardi Gras craziness.

It was really crowded that Sunday before Fat Tuesday, and we were having a ball catching beads from the people on the balconies. As the day wore on and the daiquiris took their toll, we girls were readily flashing our tits for beads.

After a while we found ourselves in the gay section of the Quarter. I kidded my husband, Ron, about showing something for beads; he laughed and pointed to one balcony that had mostly women. The way I was dressed was getting a lot of attention from that particular balcony. I had on skintight leather pants and a red sweater. What they couldn’t see was the red bra and thong. I’m tall, five-nine, blonde, and wear a C-cup. I have a tanning bed at home, so I keep tan all year long.

Ron kept... Read More