The last time I vacationed in...

The last time I vacationed in St. Louis I made two sojourns to Dollie’s, mostly because Autumn, my ATF in the Loo, was there. I still love her, I really do, but I’ve had to reconsider her ATF status.

As many Dollie’s aficionados here know, she altered her schedule about a couple years ago. Before I went down I checked TUSCL and saw that Autumn began taking days off whenever she felt like it. I was worried that she wouldn’t be there when I hit the “club,” but there she was, sitting and grinning that wide smile of hers. Autumn was chatty and gracious as ever, with that trademark grin that erupts on her face and snickering after she says something funny.

What also hasn’t changed: Her hands. I surprised her stageside when she noticed my pee-pee was out. (One of the great things about Dollie’s continues to be their refusal to light the stages.) I thought I snuck out my cock through my fly, but it turns out I had rubbed my old, thin porn pants so much that it ripped right next to the fly. “I think it’s time we go to the back,” Autumn ordered, and I complied.