We both felt there would be less pressure out of their house and bed. Arriving at the hotel I inquired at the desk. Mary had told the desk she was exp...ecting her husband but gave my first name. Armed with the key I made my way to the room with a dozen yellow roses in my hand. The door swung open into a living room with a fantastic view of the still snowy mountains. Laying the roses down I called out for Mary. I did not hear an exact response more a guttural moan or gasp. That was followed by. Jennie and her group started to move into the crowd at the left side of the dance floor. We had to walk single file and Jennie was pulling me along, holding on to my hand, and Amanda was behind me, holding onto my other hand. This didn't give me any opportunity to cover myself and that thing of mine was sticking out in front of me. We had to squeeze ourselves through the crowd and the head of my penis was rubbing against more people that I would care about. Especially when skin touched skin I. I had the condom I always carry, we were at most twenty minutes from my destination but there was a local stop five minutes earlier. The carriage was almost empty but too full to risk fucking there. I nodded in the direction of the lavatory, ‘Right now?’ The cubicle was barely big enough for the two of us and had the stink of institutional disinfectant. She sat on the loo, unzipped my fly and began giving me a blow job. I was already stiff but would need her to be wet. She sucked my cock. * * * We headed south on Route 340. After a while, I asked, ‘So, you still go down with Jonathan?’ Jonathan was Aaron’s co-worker. Sometimes he had accompanied us to the track. ‘He moved back to Brooklyn . . . you didn’t know that? Anyway, lately, I’ve been going with my neighbor, Tom.’ He shrugged. Tom and I didn’t get along. ‘Any winners in the stable?’ I asked. Aaron had terrible luck with his horses. He looked disgusted. ‘I lost so much money last year I made money on my taxes. I damned.