Experience Description: This is a case where I should have gone with my instincts before I drove over. But I did go, and. . . She directed me to a seedy motel in Denver. When she came down to let me in, she was overweight, unattractive, and dismissive when I tried to chat. But I was already there, so I went in. I ignored the cockroach in the stairway, and I didn't notice the two large piles of used towels on the bedroom and bathroom floors. If I had seen them, I would have been turned way off and left. To be fair, I think she thinks she's good, and I think she thinks she's pretty. But she's not. She won't chat. She won't cuddle. She pretty much tried not to touch. Even though we cleared it for an hour, she was obviously trying to get me out ASAP. Then came the rules, from no kissing (which it turned out was fine, considering the towels and her later comment about how much rubber I suck in a day) to no fingers to no internal climaxing, even with the cover. Will only finish with HJ. Her clean-up is VERY rough with a towel. I don't think she knows how sensitive things are down there. Long and short, youth alone doesn't make for a good time. Avoid her.