Cruising Altitude

Cruising AltitudeSomewhere north-northeast above Los Angeles, I'm getting sore, so I ask Tracy if she will let up for a minute. This is another lifetime ago.With a big hank of white spit looped between my knob and her lower lip, her whole face hot and flushed from choking, still holding my sore dog in her fist, Tracy settles back on her heels and says how in the Kama Sutra it tells you to make your lips really red by wiping them with sweat from the testicles of a white stallion."For real,&q...