It didn’t take long before I had the fat bitch eatingout of my hand (except I would not have done that asshe probably would have fucking eaten i... ????I was at first base. We kissed and I was permitted toslip my fingers inside her panties or fondle herenormous breasts but it was time to steal a base. Jennyalready had one 2 year old kid so she was adamant thatshe didn’t want to get knocked up again. She told methat she also only used condoms and couldn’t take therisk that she. I arranged for her to meet me in the lobby of my hotel and I waited in the lounge. We were supposed to meet at 8PM and it was already 9PM. She arrived, in a red mini skirt, white fake fur coat, and her hair was blonde, a bit too much make up but she looked really good. She had some parfum on, cheap but she made an effort to get ready. At first I thought she was a hooker, but she alleged she is in school now and was trying to make a go. You could see the rough street in her. She was now 38 years. I went in and stripped to my underwear and began walking around the very long hall which wrapped around and had many, many little rooms like mine on both sides. Almost immediately I spotted a fairly cute black guy laying on his back on a bed. This was exactly what I wanted as the guy at the front desk told me that men on their back wanted to get head, the ones on their stomachs wanted to be fucked and the ones sitting wanted you to lay on the bed so they could blow or fuck you. The walkers like. It would have ended my agony, but giving up just wasn't part of my history. In other words I had zero experience in quiting.After breakfast I went to the mall. I missed Tiny Dancer, and it was probably a good thing. I still wasn't really for Ballet moves. I was stretching the muscle, but it was like an ax blow not a rapier thrust. Tiny Dancer being the aristocratic rapier and me being the peasant ax, those were my images.I rode the bike by Sue Ling's place, but her car wasn't in the parking.