I always take a train to this town and if needed, take a taxi home later. The expense is well worth it because I can let my hair down. Unfortunately, ...ine out of ten times the guys that engage me at the bar smell like they have been pickling in cologne for a week, which is a real turn-off for me. One night, I thought I had hit the jackpot at the bar when a rough looking Neanderthal man invited me home with him. The problem was that he had erectile dysfunction and he spent the entire night on. Gina didn't moan she just breathed heavily and gave me an occasional weary smile as I pounded relentlessly into her. I expunged a load into her and then she took over. Gina almost seemed anxious to move on top of me. Her weight was immense and it was difficult to breathe. She lowered onto me and bounced gently once my cock had found the right spot. I played with her magnificent chest flesh. I sucked,pinched and buried my face between her. It was so nice. She pressed all of her 312 pounds down. The outer rim of the center attraction was jam-packed with members of the press. I recognized a lot of them and felt pity for their subdued early morning spiritless attempts to gather information for their puppet-masters downtown. I saw a redheaded stringer at the Daily News standing behind the police tape with her hastily pulled on too-tight jeans and no bra look at me with recognition in her sleep-deprived blue eyes. Strangely, I couldn’t recall her name but I knew with certainty that I had. He was jealous, and it was obvious to all involved, but he wasn’t going to admit it. “James, will you get your brother out of my way before I hurt him?” Fred said, turning to look at James. “I don’t think so,” James said, moving to Paul’s side. “But I think I will do what he won’t do.” “What?” Paul asked in disbelief as his brother picked JoJo up and moved her to the bed. “Oh James,” JoJo moaned for Paul’s benefit as she was laid across the bed. She really only wanted Paul, but she needed some.