Betty is a twin, you know, & other ruminations
[QUOTE=Chico; 1436511]With all the rain, Saturday was a horrible day to be out mongering. It was however, the perfect day to use some of the digits accumulated through this hobby. But. Sometimes the chase / hunt is more fun / exciting than just picking up the phone. Besides, the numbers are usually only good for a week or two, if that long. So, I burn a couple of gallons of gas, waste countless hours of time, with nothing to show for it.
However, persistence pays off, and that's when I ran into Betty on 6th & Patapsco in B / CB. A 24 whyear old slim, blonde, WSW. It was around 2am, streets were E-M-P-T-Y. No SW's, LEO, civilians. I mean NOBODY was out. We probably coulda parked right on Patapsco, it was that dead. But I'm not that crazy, LOL. So we found a secluded spot and proceeded with the festivities. Mediocre BBBJ, so I'm glad I upgraded to FS. Sweet young thang, nice & soft, but coulda / shoulda been a little tighter given her age. She was easy going, cooperative with instructions and didn't rush. She didn't get into it but she didn't complain either, so I would repeat, maybe even a notel next time so I can really wear it out.
KILLED MY HIGH: So we're finished and I'm floating on a cloud, feeling really relaxed and just enjoying the moment. As I pull up my pants, I notice my wallet is missing. I'm like OH SHIT! She say's "what's wrong"? Where the fuck is my wallet!"I didn't take it, I sware. I'm not that kinda girl. I only do this because I have kids to feed. I sware, you can search me if you want, I wasn't anywhere near your pants. I'll even help you look for it." She starts panicking, thinking I'm running a scam on her, and that I'm going to ask for my $ back because I supposedly "lost" my wallet. Now, I'm panicking and my blissful moment is turning into a potentially ugly scene. I know for a fact she wasn't near my pants, I made sure of that, so I want to believe her, but you can't take a crackhead's word for it, even though she sounded pretty convincing and was seemingly really scared that I was the one running the scam. The girl is almost in tears but women are great actresses, so I'm not buying it. But where could it be, we're talking about really small space here. Took me about 10 minutes (seemed like forever) but I found it. How the fuck did it end up over there? WOW! I felt so stupid, I apologized repeatedly to the poor girl. I think it really spolied the moment for the both of us. Guys, be careful out there and always keep your cool.
Chico[/QUOTE]Betty and Millie look quite similar from a distance; and that very first view, from a distance, can be breathtaking, even shocking. Slender, blonde little Barbies, not 200 pounds between them, and good bone structure if you look closely through the cracked-out penumbra surrounding their faces.
There are differences: Betty's teeth have been wickedly damaged. Millie's, while far from perfect, are significantly better. Betty gives a fairly deft blowjob if you lie back on her bed and let her go to work stooped between your legs. Millie would rather just strip to her birthday suit, heave up her legs, and let you go to. She hates being eaten. Betty's pussy is an innie, and delectable; Millie's is an outie. (An oddity for identical twins? I don't know. They are the only two sisters I've ever done.) I did them both together one afternoon, in rotation, several rounds, and finished up in doggie heaving like a spent dog upon Millie's tiny derriere. Millie has by far the better attitude, but both are cold fish, emotional zeroes. Don't even think about a GFE, because you're just a bothersome sausage to them, a necessary evil, and you can almost hear the wheels rolling in their little heads while your little head is at work, calculating where the next fix is going to come from. Betty's body is shot by child-bearing and The Life, horrific dried out, ravaged titties, but Millie still maintains an impeccable spinner's frame and accoutrements, very full though slightly droopy bust, with only some general bruising and rough spots here and there on her skin betraying the conditions under which she lives and works.
Their father sprawls in fine Bawlmer splendor in the front room of their little walk-up at the end of Sixth and reminds the girls,"Don't forget the doorman," so if you decide to partake, make sure you have a fiver or a ten-spot for that classy gent."He doesn't give a shit about us," reports the prettier of the girls, and no truer words have ever been spoken: What kind of a father working girls out his daughters like a grocer dispensing peaches? Well, the place is safe, if not exactly clean, and the sex perfunctory, if not lively or fulfilling. If you don't give a damn about emotional response, either girl might suit you, though, as I said, Millie (body, teeth, 'tude) is far and away the preferable. I did her a second time just for the sake of Science & Art, and I couldn't even come. She sured tried, though, and discounted the tuition in response to my disappointment. She is not a thief, an neither is her sister.
These girls strike me as stupid but honest. No way Betty would have taken your wallet, partner. She doesn't know how to count that high. Seriously, though, I don't see either of them as crooked. Just an honest day's semi-work for a few shekels. No rush, either. No rush, no gush.
If I equivocate, it is only because their innocence is balanced by their insouciance. They are disadvantaged. They see a stream of shiny cars and ogling mongers, and sense that while they are a part of the game, somehow they don't quite fit into real life. Millie is excruciatingly aware of this. They are, in essence, nice girls. But they are not women, and no combination of tits and ass will convince me otherwise.
If you want a hot woman, a cracker of a spinner, there is always Melanie on Church. Heather, plain but serviceable, who lives and hangs near the bar, isn't bad, either, though there will be no fireworks. Just quiet passion. Each is capable of multiple orgasms, and Mel will let you eat her until the sun goes down, then do a little dance for you. If you've been there, you know exactly what I am talking about. Sweet bod. I could go on and on, but I will conclude with just a few more observations, since I rarely have time to memorialize my peregrinations on the flesh loops.
Too bad Corinne has gone down so quickly; she was a beauty just a year or two ago, as was Intervention's Kristen. Two model-quality girls, once upon a time. Both gave me unbelievable GFE's. Kristen's deterioration has gotten near as bad as tall Katie from Curtis Bay, who was once the total pick of the litter. Talk about GFE! What a deep and passionate kisser. What an athletic, acrobatic fuck. Bright as hell, too. She looks now like a refugee from a concentration camp. She stripped for me not too long ago, and I simply had to pass. Too dangerous, too like the maw of hell opening just for me and no devil could make me do it. I recognize disease when it is crumbling before me, and damn the Come Hither, I want to live. Poor girl. Lori of WW has slid down the pipes a long way as well, though she is always a game lay. Patty is just too far gone to think about. Haven't seen tall Jen of WW for some time now; another athlete, and game for anything, but no real emotional energy can be drawn from her. Shy to the point of complete introversion. No game in her conversation. No passion in the boudoir. Bit of an odor. Too bad; she is a looker. Stacy, the WW girl very recently pictured on these pages, has also suffered horrible physical deterioration. She's scary now. She was never much of a lay, but at least she hummed while she was getting it. She actually hummed. No inspiration to my horn, but I smile now as I think on it, typing away, just free associating T & A from the past. Passed on her recently near the street construction on Wilkens, and I must say that she was much meaner than any dog in the streets. Not the same girl in any way.
Did anyone ever do toothless Stacy, now long gone from Curtis Bay? It was maybe a year ago that she strolled, and she didn't last long. I hope she is doing well. She was an unbelievable GFE. It wasn't about the money. So was Rhonda, who used to do me for free; I think she is in jail now. Odd girl, manic depressive. Both of those girls were like wives on their honeymoons. Hot porn love. Remember slender young Jessica with the very bad teeth and the very bad titties, but still beautiful as a dancer and a vision of absolute perfection from the waist down? Haven't seen her out in months and months. She used to take longer prepping herself in the bathroom than some girls take for the whole adventure; she sure was clean and buff, though. I remember jumping from mish to a standing doggie with her, but I just couldn't last. It was all I could do, once I got in her from behind, to maintain myself for half a minute before pulling out and bursting all over her behind. Her ass rivals Kristen's, or, at least, what used to be Kristen's ass. A perfect small girlish sweet peachy bottom. Two mounds of flesh that make it all worthwhile. Jessica's face would be stellar, too, but for those ridiculous teeth. Someone should open a dental practice down there."A drilling for a drilling." (You heard it here first!) Tall brunette named Br*why was something of a GFE, too, sitting on the steps around Pontiac smoking and looking like a bored princess holding court, with only somewhat fallen titties marring an otherwise superb body. A very hot and deeply orgasmic love maker. I could say much more, but I don't want to betray certain confidences that would identify her more fully, as she is a very private person.
Harkening all the way back to the sadly deceased Cindy White, diaphanous beauty, limpid blue eyes, the very avatar of sweetness, a true innocent, a victim of the streets, I would say that they all slide away, so enjoy them while you may. Gentlemen, ye too shall slide away.
Bummer.
Heather or sarah? And etc
Just wanted to say the royal farm there has the cheapest gas. Which is perfect for filling up and mongering.
I went up to the be / cb loop about 8 ish. Wasn't much going on so I looped around about 4/5 times. Fairhaven was totally dead. Saw a really cute brunette, which I think is a WSW but a guy probably her pump was like following her. Near the end of patapsco. I passed.
Cruises up and down patapsco and pontiac. Saw a really cute look like LSW, she waved. But I passed. Searching for a gem. There was some car in the middle of the road fixing a car near 2nd and pontiac which kinda messed up the loop. I kept looping, saw a nice looking BSW with a nice ass. But I passed.
Went and got a frappe, at mcds and ventured for one last loop before heading to the ww loop. As I came down pontiac again, the guy working on his left and was dark then the action was on.
Met the long curly hair WSW. She says her name is heather. But searching this forum. Apparently she goes by Sarah too. (got her new # if anyone wants to trade. LOL).
Picked her up and she looked nice to me, so I was going to take her to tims notel. Half way there I changed my mind so I found a nice street and banged her out. Bbbjwcim. Cfs. .60$. I know the going rate. The xtra 10/20 was a tip. Because she was very nice with great attitude. B+ for her Mic skills. And her pussy didn't stink.
So is her name heather or Sarah? And any. More Intel on her. Would. Be nice.
I'll upload pics later. Can seem to upload pics using my smart phone.
Thanks
