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[QUOTE=Chon Maneyo]WTF?

If you are going to get into it about who reports about what and how often, I'm gonna stop posting. The goal is not to stir shit but to help you have a good time.
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More sage advice. Unfortunately Chon - the spirit of the CT boards have changed. I love the give and take from these boards. I've been around a while. I don't even post all the times I've done something as I'm sure most here do as well. I'm a lover not a fighter. I try to do my part in the way I've learned here. If it helps someone - I am happy. But then again, if you read my reports you could tell I'm usually having a good time. Some might accuse me of not being helpful - well, sorry... it's just a vibe thing. However, I know how many I help on the PM side - so it's all good. Take care buddy - I love reading your reports. Stay safe - kd signing out

Last evening, I call over and when my new find answers I ask, "Paego pa? "

"Pae ango pa. " "Damn. " "Honey, you hungry? " "Yeah. " "You come here. " "Okay, I'm leaving now, can I bring anything? " "No honey, I have kalbi. "

So I relieve my freezer of a bottle of soju and head out. She answers the door in a rather fetching black ensemble and she's wearing a lovely necklace. The chorus of 'I'm in the Mood for Love' runs through my head.

The TV is on, as always; we shoot the shit a bit and she heads off to the kitchen to cook while I relax on the couch. A little while later, she comes in with some kimchi, rice and kalbi which smells delicious. On the plate is a fork. "What is this baby, amateur night? Chokkarak juseyo. " She comes back with some sticks and I chow down. It's after 8:00 and she's eaten already.

This girl's not a drinker, at least not last night, so I'm on my own with the soju and knock back a couple of shots with my meal. She's a bit annoyed that I don't strip the ribs bare. "Too much work, sweetheart. " So she strips them for me and hand feeds me what I've left behind. Ultra accommodating!

My hostess won't let me do the dishes so I just lean on the sink and watch while she cleans up. This woman still has the place to herself.

We go back to the couch, hold hands, watch the news, talk world events (no shit) and generally chill out. Neither the phone nor the bell ring while I'm there. The conversation turns to sex and she tells me that, "You no more customer, honey. Friend. " Great, WTF does this mean?

So I open up a can of worms and ask, "You mean, no more sex? " She says, "Yes, no more make love, just friends. " Okay, tell that to the bulge in my pants. I decide, okay, I can deal with this. She's cool enough just to hang with and she's presented me with a challenge. She throws in the fact that at my age, I should only be doing it once a week. Huh? Just because I was born when Eisenhower was elected to his second term doesn't mean I can't still put 'them away like there's no tomorrow.

We talk some more and I begin to realize what I see in her. The facial expressions and speech patterns are exactly like my ATF, Coco from VIP in Waterbury. This obvious similarity causes my kochu to swell with pride.

She sees this and squeals, "Oh my God! " These babes know how to make a guy feel at home. She then says, "Honey, you go home soon. " Okay, it's around 10: 30 and I can see she's a little tired but I put on the puppy dog face and say, "Really? " She just smiles, grabs my thing again, leans over and kisses my lips. I hug her to me and we kiss a little while engaging in some high school-like light petting. Is that term still in use?

Fuck it, I was feeling her up. Anyway, she stands up after a few minutes of this and says, "Ka. " I stand, painfully and say, "Okay, you sleep. I'll call you tomorrow. " She says, "No, ka the loom. " Now you're fucking talking. She follows me to the room with her hand rubbing my wand through my pants.

We get to the room and are hugging and kissing and dry-humping like teenagers. She tells me to strip and splits. When she comes back we get to it. It's almost routine at this point but she's so freaking fantastic I don't care. At one point, I'm on top and we're like, actually making love and she blurts out, "Yobo! "

Well, that does it. You know you've got 'them when, in the throes of passion they start calling you "sweetheart" in their native tongue.

I stop all motion, hold her face in my hands and say, "Yobo? " She looks away, hits me and I say, "Yobosaeyo? " She laughs and says, "Yeah, yobosaeyo. " (which is "hello" when you're answering the phone). This lets her off the hook.

We get back into it and it's absolutely frenetic. This babe is great. I empty an enormous load in the condom and we're shot. We lie there locked together, face to face, smiling like we just got away with something, for a while.

Hot towel clean up (no more customer, huh?) and back to the living room. More small talk where I'm educated on the dangers of banging of Korean girls who were raised in China. Where this lecture came from I have no idea but Girl "B" is one such animal and I decided to bail on her as things were getting out of control. Wondering if the word is out that I'm running around again, I tell her I know all this and "Don't worry, only you. " Yeah, for now.

It's 11:30 and it's time to hit the road. I've got the munchies. More hugging and kissing and I whip out my wallet and hand her my usual wad of bills. She looks upset but took it anyway. I got the feeling I insulted her just a little by paying for it, but better to be safe than sorry.

Tonight, it's a return engagement but dinner's on me. Apparently, Miss Seoul

1985 has a craving for lasagna.

It will be my pleasure to deliver same.

[QUOTE=Chon Maneyo]Last evening, I call over and when my new find answers I ask, "Paego pa? "

"Pae ango pa. " "Damn. " "Honey, you hungry? " "Yeah. " "You come here. " "Okay, I'm leaving now, can I bring anything? " "No honey, I have kalbi. "

So I relieve my freezer of a bottle of soju and head out. She answers the door in a rather fetching black ensemble and she's wearing a lovely necklace. The chorus of 'I'm in the Mood for Love' runs through my head.

The TV is on, as always; we shoot the shit a bit and she heads off to the kitchen to cook while I relax on the couch. A little while later, she comes in with some kimchi, rice and kalbi which smells delicious. On the plate is a fork. "What is this baby, amateur night? Chokkarak juseyo. " She comes back with some sticks and I chow down. It's after 8:00 and she's eaten already.

This girl's not a drinker, at least not last night, so I'm on my own with the soju and knock back a couple of shots with my meal. She's a bit annoyed that I don't strip the ribs bare. "Too much work, sweetheart. " So she strips them for me and hand feeds me what I've left behind. Ultra accommodating!

My hostess won't let me do the dishes so I just lean on the sink and watch while she cleans up. This woman still has the place to herself.

We go back to the couch, hold hands, watch the news, talk world events (no shit) and generally chill out. Neither the phone nor the bell ring while I'm there. The conversation turns to sex and she tells me that, "You no more customer, honey. Friend. " Great, WTF does this mean?

So I open up a can of worms and ask, "You mean, no more sex? " She says, "Yes, no more make love, just friends. " Okay, tell that to the bulge in my pants. I decide, okay, I can deal with this. She's cool enough just to hang with and she's presented me with a challenge. She throws in the fact that at my age, I should only be doing it once a week. Huh? Just because I was born when Eisenhower was elected to his second term doesn't mean I can't still put 'them away like there's no tomorrow.

We talk some more and I begin to realize what I see in her. The facial expressions and speech patterns are exactly like my ATF, Coco from VIP in Waterbury. This obvious similarity causes my kochu to swell with pride.

She sees this and squeals, "Oh my God! " These babes know how to make a guy feel at home. She then says, "Honey, you go home soon. " Okay, it's around 10: 30 and I can see she's a little tired but I put on the puppy dog face and say, "Really? " She just smiles, grabs my thing again, leans over and kisses my lips. I hug her to me and we kiss a little while engaging in some high school-like light petting. Is that term still in use?

Fuck it, I was feeling her up. Anyway, she stands up after a few minutes of this and says, "Ka. " I stand, painfully and say, "Okay, you sleep. I'll call you tomorrow. " She says, "No, ka the loom. " Now you're fucking talking. She follows me to the room with her hand rubbing my wand through my pants.

We get to the room and are hugging and kissing and dry-humping like teenagers. She tells me to strip and splits. When she comes back we get to it. It's almost routine at this point but she's so freaking fantastic I don't care. At one point, I'm on top and we're like, actually making love and she blurts out, "Yobo! "

Well, that does it. You know you've got 'them when, in the throes of passion they start calling you "sweetheart" in their native tongue.

I stop all motion, hold her face in my hands and say, "Yobo? " She looks away, hits me and I say, "Yobosaeyo? " She laughs and says, "Yeah, yobosaeyo. " (which is "hello" when you're answering the phone). This lets her off the hook.

We get back into it and it's absolutely frenetic. This babe is great. I empty an enormous load in the condom and we're shot. We lie there locked together, face to face, smiling like we just got away with something, for a while.

Hot towel clean up (no more customer, huh?) and back to the living room. More small talk where I'm educated on the dangers of banging of Korean girls who were raised in China. Where this lecture came from I have no idea but Girl "B" is one such animal and I decided to bail on her as things were getting out of control. Wondering if the word is out that I'm running around again, I tell her I know all this and "Don't worry, only you. " Yeah, for now.

It's 11:30 and it's time to hit the road. I've got the munchies. More hugging and kissing and I whip out my wallet and hand her my usual wad of bills. She looks upset but took it anyway. I got the feeling I insulted her just a little by paying for it, but better to be safe than sorry.

Tonight, it's a return engagement but dinner's on me. Apparently, Miss Seoul

1985 has a craving for lasagna.

It will be my pleasure to deliver same.[/QUOTE]

Seriously, you should save all these posts and put them together into a compendium (definition at: [url]http://www.dictionary.com[/url] ) of sex.

B.

PS - for what it's worth, I was born during Harry Truman's re-election campaign...

Once I have their attention, I don't waste time with that. It's work for them and I always go in clean, anyway.

Bubba, do you really think I need to look up what ''compendium" means?

To continue this bombastic review:

On the way down this afternoon, she calls and asks me to pick up some "b-a-n-a-n-a." Okay baby, I understood you when you said, "banana", how many do you want? "Ten."

I show up at 5 PM with the lasagna so my new found friend can catch the Early Bird Special (she's an old one, remember?) and a smorgasbord of Italian food for me. Oh, yeah, and the bananas, whose procurement is a story in itself but that's for the produce forum.

All she eats is half of the lasagna, "Ooooo, so delicious!", a little soup and a bite of my ravioli. I'm realizing what day it is and she probably doesn't want to weigh herself down.

Thirty five minutes later, the doorbell rings and it's Italia interruptus. Some dude with a pronounced limp is ready to rock on Good Friday. I cover her food, she answers the door, leads the guy to the room, comes back, points in the direction of the room and asks, "Are you okay?" Sure, sugar. I'm garbaging up. It'll take more than you working to ruin my appetite.

Half an hour later, she shows the poor guy out, comes back to the room and we put her leftovers away. I've devoured my stuff. We talk, hold hands etc. I'm getting aroused but it's early yet and I'd rather perform on less than a full stomach.

7:35, the bell rings again and this time it's a guy in a light-colored baseball cap. I'm running security tonight, scoping out the camera. Same routine but this time the guy's done in fifty five minutes, laughing with her on the way out. Way to go, bro. Obviously, a nearly full, enjoyable session.

She cleans up, comes back, we watch TV and get into a serious discussion of her business, her financial problems and all kinds of shit. "So how was your day, honey?"

At 10:30 the bell rings again and this customer looks like a young guy. Another baseball cap. I really don't get this accessory but that's me. Security is on his toes as she scrutinizes the TV deciding whether to answer the door.

She goes for it and I tell her not to worry. Answering the door she says, "How old you?" The guy comes back with an age proving he would have been old enough to allow admission back when Clinton was president. She takes him in.

She comes back and tells me to lie down and sleep. I decide it's time to bail, she's looking a bit ragged and is about to be run through the wringer. While I'd have loved to have had a repeat performance of Thursday night, I figure I'll let her do her thing and I'll get her next time when she's fresh.

I ask, "You okay?" "Yes, honey, don't worry, I'm okay." And off I go.

Five and a half hours worth of ravioli, cannoli (which she didn't like) soup, salad, garlic bread and a little tiramisu (which she didn't like; no wonder she has such a girlish figure) small talk, big talk, watching Korean dramas and running security. Just put the check in the mail at your leisure, babe.

Hopefully my failure to advance on her in a sexual manner will serve me well in the month to come.

To the guys who showed up tonight: may the Father, Son and/or the Holy Spirit forgive your transgressions on this sacred evening.

After spending the afternoon and early evening yesterday with my new best friend just hanging out and engaging in foreplay, I headed up the road to a nearby place and had a visit with a new one.

Deciding it's time to cool my jets a little, I didn't engage in as much conversation as I usually do. It went something like this:

Meet girl in tight white skirt and top, decent looking bod, face: meh, but nice smile and bright eyes.

We hit the room and I give her the whole wad right off the bat. That's right, sweetie, we're gonna fuck. (I don't utter this sentiment aloud). She leaves, I strip, she comes back and we hit the shower.

An extremely thorough table shower is received during which some small talk is exchanged. My feet have never been cleaner. A quick rinse and off to the sauna. The girl is amazed that I want to stay in there saying, "Other customers don't like." Of course not, sugar, they want to get into your pussy ASAP. I play it cool. Or hot, as the case may be.

Back to the room where she gives me a pretty good AMP massage. "Honey, you like massagee?" "Yeah, I like it all: table shower, sauna, massage. You know, come in, relax." "You been to other places?" "Hahahahaha. Me?"

After the massage, she strips (I watch her in the mirror) and goes to town on my asshole with her tongue. Nice. When she stops, I catch her slipping a condom off her tongue. You can't get anything by me.

She passes some lube on her twat, has me flip, and starts mouthing my schlong bareback but with no actual oral insertion. Nice work. Condom is slipped on via her mouth and she starts sucking away. I say to her, "Na doo." (Me too) which tells her I want her pussy on my face. She grimaces and says, "Gel already." I'm thinking, "Baby, I eat kimchi. You think some lube is gonna turn me off?" But fuck it. She says, "Next time." Always leave them wanting more, right?

She hops aboard and starts humping away. All attempts at popping a nipple in my mouth are thwarted. My oral fixations are being turned away big time by this babe. Her tits are great (real) and I want my mouth on them but it ain't happening.

She says, "Okay honey, you top." We switch and I try for a tit again. Failure is spelled: forearm to my chest. I give up on my oral assault, put one foot on the floor, one knee on the table and with her ankles on my shoulders take it slow until I bust my nuts.

I take the rubber off, wrap it in some tissues and she takes it away. She comes back with a lukewarm towel and wipes me down. I get dressed and am disappointed to find there are no cinnamon candies in the bowl near the door. She fishes around in the bowl but can't find any.

Bummer.

This chick had a good body, really soft skin, a little straight in the waist but great natural boobs, pretty good hips and a bit of an ass. Her pussy is shaved with a little landing strip. I did manage to get my fingers near the promised land.

If you want to know where and who, shoot me a PM. The usual prerequisites apply.

I know it isn't as interesting as getting the real low-down, but trust me I can't give out a lot of info. She is someone I've seen a few times. Not the best, but the body is pretty good and she is enthusiastic and a nice person. Enjoy the pics (I know, it sucks that I can't show the face, but that's what she wants).

here are the rest

Here's a girl I keep going back to - can't get enough of her tight pussy and juicy ass; needs a shave in these pics, but this pussy is always clean and smells great

I have a friend, hot thickin the right places and curvy. Lookin for a regular, shes new. Email me only if you have seen me because I'm not setting her up with a douche bag.

Or, shoot me now before I do it myself.

I hope I can get the order of this right. It's 11:20 PM and I'm wasted.

I head down to my new best friend's place, ring the bell, wait a few minutes and she answers the door looking all sleepy. "You busy today? " "So so, honey. " "You look tired, sugar. " She lets me in, leaving me to close and lock the door.

We go to the living room where she crashes on the couch. This ain't looking too promising. We shoot the shit a little, I ask her if she needs anything and she says, "Koppee", and makes the universal sign for a plain bagel with cream cheese.

I tell her, "Okay, I'll be right back. No customers! " I go, get her order, something for myself and am back in ten minutes. What to my wondering eyes should appear? But a fucking pickup truck loaded with beer. I ring the bell figuring Saint Nick is in the room and she's waiting for me. No answer.

WTF? I tell myself, "Fuck this. " and head up the road to the scene of last week's crime.

The same girl from last week answers the door, is happy to see me and I ask her if she wants coffee. "Dunkin? " "Yeah. " "Okay, good. " Back to the car and in with the shit. I take my drink and she takes the food and coffee to their living room.

She comes back, we shoot the shit a little; the staff had gone to Flushing last night for an evening of soju, beer and whiskey. Before we head off to the table shower, I ask her if she's colored her hair. "No honey, no washee today. " I go to smell it and damned if it doesn't smell a bit off. I say, "Blecch! I want the other girl. " "Everybody same, nobody washee hair today. "

On the way to the shower, the other girl sticks her head out of the room to see who runs on Dunkin. I grab the back of her head, bury my nose in her hair and tell the other one, "You're full of shit. Her hair is clean. " This elicits a punch in the shoulder.

We get to the shower room and I'm thinking, "Man, that other one has a nice face. " I'm ready to hit the table and I ask, "Two girls okay? " "You have money? " "No but I'll get some. " "Okay, be right back. "

Back to the room, get dressed, hop in the car and whose number is on my phone? Right. My new best friend's. I"ll call her later. I'm on a mission from God.

ATM is raided and back to the place. Table shower, long sauna, sweat. I come out of the sauna dripping. First girl says, "Another shower? " "I think so. " "You take yourself. " Second girl (who did not participate in TS) says, "Yeah, go fuck yourself. " This cracks me up.

I shower up, towel off and the three of us head to the room. I hit the table and #1 does my legs and ass while #2 stands at the head of the table and does my back, shoulders and arms. #2 at this point is exhibiting thick legs and a great ass displayed in a skin-tight black skirt.

During the massage, the bell rings twice. #2 answers the door both times. "I'm sorry. " "Don't sweat it, I like looking at your ass as you walk away. " Her English is excellent.

Finally, it's the three of us with no interruptions. They both strip and get to work. #1 starts blowing me and #2 leans over the head of the table sucking my nipples while I suck hers. Great, enhanced boobs with terrific nipples. After a few minutes of this, I pull on her waist and while #1 is giving me head, I chow down on #2's twat. No lube and she's soaked. Meaty and delicious. She starts blowing me while #1 takes a break.

Next thing I know, #1 is sitting on me RCG while #2 is riding my face like there's no tomorrow. She comes, or pretends to, I don't care, they both get off the table and tell me to get up.

"What should I do? ", I ask like a little kid. #1 lies down while #2 takes my cock and puts it in #1. I'm messing with #1, this time she lets me suck her nipples, while #2 is feeling me all over from behind. I'm watching all this in the mirror.

A few minutes of this and #2 says, "My turn. " She pulls the condom off and puts a fresh one on with her mouth. #1 repeats what #2 was doing but with lube in my ass crack. No penetration was desired or acquired.

#2 is begging me to fuck her hard but no way, I'm making this last. A few more minutes go by and I maneuver #2 into doggy. I have to see her ass which is fan-fucking-tastic. While I get at it from behind, #1 is pushing my ass. Cool.

They both want me to go faster but I'm taking my time. Finally, I can't take it anymore. #1 is sucking my nipples and playing with my ass and #2 is moving back and forth like a maniac. #1 looks down at my schlong, looks up at me and says, "Good, nice. " I shoot my load and am ready to pass out.

I stay inside #2 for a minute, pull out, take the rubber off, #2 starts getting dressed and asks, "Did you have a good time? " "Terrible, I want my money back. '' They both hit me.

#1 tells me to lie down, comes back with two hot towels and some Scope. She washes me off, I rinse and spit, give her a kiss and on the way out #2 comes out, walks over to me with a cigarette in her mouth and says, "Bopo. " (kiss) I kiss her on the cheek, say "Kamsa hamnida. " and head for the door.

#1 kisses me, thanks me, I say "Chon maneyo. " and I'm gone.

Standard text messaging rates apply. What happened next will follow in a separate report.

So I head down the road to chastise my best friend. Pick up the same order at DD and when I drive by, there's a car in the lot. I kill some time on the phone and head back. No car this time.

I pull in the driveway and almost collide with the guy. Sorry, chief, I always go in the wrong way.

She answers the door, lets me in and I say, "I told you, no customers." "I know, honey, I'm sorry." Okay, screw it. Let's eat.

We hit the living room and she tells me what transpired while I was out getting coffee the first time. The guy with the truck comes in for a HJ only. No table shower, no massage, just a hand job. She tells me while I was ringing the bell, she was jerking the guy off trying to get him to bust his nuts ASAP.

Bro, if that was you, WTF? Why spend $120 for the house pay and tip and just get jerked off? No shower? No massage? You're killing me.

The next two hours are spent BSing, watching TV and English lessons. After class, I have a headache that can only be relieved with an orgasm.

We hit the room where an incredibly passionate session is had. This broad is good. Fully covered and I swear to God, you'd never know it. I hate to come across like a pussy, but I make love to this woman, that's how good she is. I can't help it.

After, she does the hot towel/Scope thing which, with her, is a turn off. "Enough with the customer bullshit.", I say. She says, "No, honey, you clean." Okay, whatever. It must be in the blood. Even my wife wipes me down afterwards.

We shoot the shit in the room, go back to the living room where we sit on the couch, watching a drama and discuss living expenses in Korea.

This entire adventure, including the three-way, lasts about 5 hours.

10:45 and I've gotta go. She comes outside with me and points out an area of the building in need of repair. I'm on the case, see you next weekend with a solution.

I've got $39.00 on me. I pull out the cash, make a show of paying her and she says, "No, honey." I knew she wouldn't take it.

I'm in. Now all I have to do is survive one more weekend until Mrs. Haeyo/Maneyo gets home.

Is there a home castration kit available? I'm in dire need of one.

Dude,

Those are some hot encounters, you better hope Mrs.Chon gets back home soon!

Kudos for your time well spent!

Thanks for picking me to meet her. She is a bit shy and quite obviously not a pro at the game, but thats where it ends, awesome skills in every regard. She is friendly, easy to talk to, has a nice very clean place, a definite GFE. Not a spinner, but not big either :) except where it counts very nice D's with big sensitive nipples that beg for attention, and the sweet tight pussy of a 20 year old. Definite repeat, if you are a friend of Gothic contact her, if you are a match she may let you in on this find. I will not pass out her digits so please don't ask.

[QUOTE=Gothic Bbw]I have a friend, hot thickin the right places and curvy. Lookin for a regular, shes new. Email me only if you have seen me because I'm not setting her up with a douche bag.[/QUOTE]

Just letting you all know that I'll have incall soon. Getting an apartment in waterbury, just for this reason, but will cater to regulars only, you all know who you are. Hope everyone is doing well. Anyone heard from Stacy? Would love to have her over too! Take Care.

Love Coco

Today: leave work @ 5:15, head up to place in need of exterior repairs. Decided to effect repairs this week as opposed to the weekend.

Repairs are taken care of and best friend has me come in and hang out. Little does she know I've got #2 from the other day on the brain. We sit and watch TV, talk a little and by the grace of God, the bell rings.

Some dude has just saved my ass. Don't get me wrong, I still dig this babe but she won't let me bang her more than once a week. "You too old, honey."

Bullshit. Tell you what, sugar: when my wife gets home in eleven fucking days, I'm going to tape our escapades and the time stamp will tell you that I'm good for at least twice a day every fucking day.

Put that in your rice bowl and eat it!

But I digress.

She answers the door, takes the guy to the room, comes back with the cash and I tell her I'm gonna bolt. She walks me to the door, thanks me for fixing her shit, kisses me and I hightail it out of Dodge.

Bro: a big kamsa hamnida from me to you.

While I stop to get gas, I call the other place, #2 answers the phone and I ramble on in Korean. She responds, "Ne, ne." (Yes, yes)

Then I ask if I can bring them anything, she says, "Three regular coffees." That's right: coffee. I told you, her English is fabulous.

I say, "You know who this is?" She says, "You were here Sunday." Right, and I'm coming now (or later).

I ask her if it's okay if I get her tonight, "Will #1 be angry?" "No, it's okay." Cool!

I get the coffee and bop over. #2 answers the door in a skin-tight zebra affair and I get an urge to go on safari. She takes me to the room and I give her the coffees and a box of Munchkins. Those Spring ones are so festive.

She asks for the house pay and I give her the whole thing as usual, plus a little more. Sorry guys, but I over-tip. I can't, in good conscience, pay the same rate I was paying years ago. Sue me.

Table shower, meh. She gave it to me quick, although while she was washing my wand I told her it was very dirty so she spent a little extra time there and finished the shower off by smacking me in the balls. Ouch? Not really, but it was funny.

A little Scope and off to the sauna, my home away from home. She tries to get me out of there and I tell her, "Come get me in an hour." "Okay, I like that." "Easy money for you, right?"

Five minutes later she drags me out of there. We go to the room and she says, "Change rooms." The one we're in is right next to their sleeping quarters. I ask why and she replies, "You make too much noise." Hahahahaha!!! You'd make a lot of noise too if you got worked over the way I did last Sunday.

We go to the other room and she places herself at the head of the table and starts in on me. I ask her to go hard if she can, "But don't kill yourself." While she's doing my shoulders etc, we're yakking away. I ask her if she has a boyfriend. "No." Yeah, sure. "Do you want a boyfriend?" I ask this about five times, each time lowering my voice until it's a whisper. She says, "Not you." "Why?" "You talk too much." I find this hilarious for some reason. At this point, she lifts my head and slams my face into the pillow.

She then gets on the table and beats on me a little, digging her knees into my ass with all her weight. I let out an "Aaaaaaaargh!" and she slaps me on the back.

She finishes up with my legs and tells me to flip, leaves for a second and when she comes back, I'm half asleep. She strips and I wake right up. She climbs on the table and starts kissing my body, working her way down until she slips the cover on me. This fucking thing has to be made from 10 mil poly. She's working me over and while she's doing a good job, I'm not feeling too much of it. But, it feels good enough, you know?

After a while, she gets off, pulls me up and gets on her back. I haven't said a fucking word since we started. I dive right in for a few seconds, slip my tongue inside her and she's as wet as she was Sunday. Then I position myself over her, put my mouth next to her ear and whisper, "Am I being quiet enough?" This gets a big smile and she pushes my head back down.

On my way, I kiss her neck, suck her nipples, kiss her body, stick my tongue in her navel finally settling with my mouth on her pussy. Sweet. Did she come? Do I care? No, but I'm a lapper and she seemed to enjoy it. Leg muscles contracting in an unnatural manner.

After digging her nails into my arms, back and shoulders, she pulls me up by the ears and puts me inside her. I give her little kisses on her face and neck; nowhere near her mouth, I don't even try.

She lets out a little yawn and I whisper, "Sleep. It's okay." She laughs again.
I'm inside her, on my knees so I can see all of her and she starts fingering herself furiously with her right hand while she bites down on her left hand.

Her eyes are open and she's looking right at me. I lean over her and kiss her face a little more, this time getting right on top of her, body to body. She wants me to hammer her and I oblige.

I finally get on my knees again and with her feet in my face, I let her have it. After I come, I stay there for a minute and say something that causes her to slap my face with both feet. I wish I could remember what it was.

I lean over her again and see a tear flow from her right eye. She wipes it away and I think, "Shit, the last girl who cried for me is now my wife."

We lie there, locked for a minute then I back out. I figure we're done but she moves to the edge of the table and we lie next to each other, arms around each other with her head on my shoulder.

I kiss her forehead and start laughing quietly. She asks why and I say, "Thank you, you made me really happy today." "Me too."

As we're lying there in our blissful (real or not) state, a Barry White tune comes over WDRC. I tell her, "I love this song." "What's the title?" "My First, My Last, My Everything." We lie there listening to it and she starts tapping out the rhythm on my back with her fingers. I reciprocate and we're ready for Carnegie Hall.

We lie like that for a while, discussing our likes and dislikes, and come to the conclusion that it's not meant to be. I tell her I'll cry myself to sleep tonight and she says she won't sleep at all. What a couple of bullshit artists.

She leaves to get the hot towel, comes back, wipes me down and as I'm getting dressed, we decide neither one of us can believe she doesn't have a boyfriend. She has to have one but I'm playing along. "Why can't I be your boyfriend?" "You've been with too many Korean girls and you know too much." Yeah, that's my curse.

On the way out, I tell her I'll see her Sunday. "I'm going on vacation for three weeks." "Niagra Falls with your boyfriend?" She hits me. "Europe then? Be careful flying over Iceland. I hear there's some volcano activity there."

She smiles at me, gives me the finger and I'm on my way.

Brothers, I cannot recommend this girl enough. She says she's forty and I believe her. If she's lying, she's fifty, know what I mean? They never lie up.

I think she's had some face work done, boobs for sure, teeth are near perfect with one front tooth set back slightly, she put my finger in her mouth so I could feel it, and she's heavy in the arms, butt and legs. She's not fat but built for some level of comfort.

Her smile is bright and her eyes light right up. Great attitude.

Your mileage may vary but if you want where and who, PM me. Trusted guys will be really happy with her. Just get there before Sunday.

I think I'm going back Saturday.