Hellloooo!
I was in Portland mid September, and I won't bore you with a travelogue, except to say that I traveled there, Via Amtrak, and that was an interesting experience, to say the least.
The train departed Vancouver at 6AM, and they started selling the booze very shortly after that. I didn't imbibe, but a young fellow in the next car did, and he made a Royal Jackass of himself, to the point that after we left the Customs inspection at Blaine, he stormed into the car I was in, wearing a duck costume and demanded that we give him our passports for inspection! Now you would think that he would be kicked off the train for that, but no the conductor-ess had a good sense of humour, and let him carry on, until he passed out and spent the rest of his journey on the floor.
That evening I went to the Paris Theater to check out the action. Everybody was ignoring the video on the screen, as a group of middle-aged swingers entered the joint.
Most of the couples stayed within the confines of the Couples Section, but one horny woman got tired of the wooden benches pinching her butt and climbed over the fence to join us masturbating slobs.
What resulted was a line up of the most ginkiest "men" I have ever seen waiting to take a crack at her, um... crack. When it got to be my turn (after being elbowed out of the line several times), she was exhausted (or her hole was at any least), and having my wits about me, settled for a pretty decent handjob.
I was spent, and it was getting close to Midnight, so I left,but apprently after reading the comments on a message board, that was just Round One.
So, to the naysayers, I say that there is action in Portland, you just can't be to picky about it.
Next time I will report on the Strip Club action.
I was in Portland mid September, and I won't bore you with a travelogue, except to say that I traveled there, Via Amtrak, and that was an interesting experience, to say the least.
The train departed Vancouver at 6AM, and they started selling the booze very shortly after that. I didn't imbibe, but a young fellow in the next car did, and he made a Royal Jackass of himself, to the point that after we left the Customs inspection at Blaine, he stormed into the car I was in, wearing a duck costume and demanded that we give him our passports for inspection! Now you would think that he would be kicked off the train for that, but no the conductor-ess had a good sense of humour, and let him carry on, until he passed out and spent the rest of his journey on the floor.
That evening I went to the Paris Theater to check out the action. Everybody was ignoring the video on the screen, as a group of middle-aged swingers entered the joint.
Most of the couples stayed within the confines of the Couples Section, but one horny woman got tired of the wooden benches pinching her butt and climbed over the fence to join us masturbating slobs.
What resulted was a line up of the most ginkiest "men" I have ever seen waiting to take a crack at her, um... crack. When it got to be my turn (after being elbowed out of the line several times), she was exhausted (or her hole was at any least), and having my wits about me, settled for a pretty decent handjob.
I was spent, and it was getting close to Midnight, so I left,but apprently after reading the comments on a message board, that was just Round One.
So, to the naysayers, I say that there is action in Portland, you just can't be to picky about it.
Next time I will report on the Strip Club action.
