I may have told this story before, but it fits this thread.
We used to rent a house on Caroline St. a block from Duval during Fantasy Fest.
The house had a porch on the 2nd floor facing Caroline. There was a street light across the street but a big tree cast a shadow on part of that porch. I would take my wife or a FWB out there into the shadow, bend them over the railing and do them doggie, encouraging them to be vocal. And they were. Lots of people walking up Caroline heard us, but couldn't see us, craning their necks to see where those sounds were coming from.
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