Gents, any new info / updates on Michelle LL 9789
Last review of hers is about a year old
Here was my review that went 'poof' in the Great Crash of Perb, circa 2016:
I've been trying to stay south of either that awful/ill-equipped tunnel or the temperamental bridge, (been caught in traffic one too many times at even the oddest hours), so I decided, based on a couple of moderately complete reviews to pay Michelle in White Rock/South Surrey a visit. After reading the two most recent recaps, I had an idea what to expect, but there were a few salient details that would have been nice to know beforehand, so I'm going to do my best to paint a more complete picture of the event(s).
As mentioned, Michelle's incall is actually a SFR at the end of a bumpy, dirt/gravel driveway...there's a separate entrance down a steep concrete stairwell to the daylight basement, (which has a kitchenette, rec room, 3/4 bath and a very small 'bed' room, (cuz it really only fits a bed). Pictures are accurate and 100% her I am certain and she is a very down-to-earth fun girl to be around and talk to. I had a quick rinse in the tiny shower stall, (had to tip-toe around several product containers on the shower floor) and came-out in my boxer-briefs and T-shirt and was greeted by her roommate's Pit Bull mix who is very loving and sweet, but the timing wasn't all that great. Her roomie shooed the pup back upstairs and gave Michelle and I our privacy to chat and start doing our thing. She has a few limitations of which I don't participate in anyway, but I think she felt it necessary to put that on the table de rigueur. A quick BBBJ in the recroom, then off to the bedroom where we chat a bit and start again on some more BBBJ, (I commented on the 1st go-round that her teeth weren't optimal and she said that she wanted to 'redeem' herself, which she did on the second attempt) We moved on to a bit of CG and I rolled her into Mish and after 5-10 minutes I hear 'MICHELLE! Where's the blow?!!' from upstairs. I kinda chuckle to myself and Michelle lets her know where to look, and we're just getting re-started and I hear, 'IT"S NOT THERE!!' followed by footsteps down the stairs. At this point I decide to withdraw from Michelle's wonderfully wet vagina and as I'm standing there at half mast, her roomie pops her head in and asks the same question. Now I'm a total 'go-with-the-flow' kinda guy and am certainly fine if a girl wants to partake in a bit of 'hippie lettuce' or 'booger sugar', but I would have hoped it could have waited...clearly not and I didn't want to get in-between a girl and her party-powder. So Michelle has her look in a spot downstairs and then asks the roomie if she happened to have any bigger condoms...keep in mind that I'm just standing there with half a boner pointing at the ground taking-in the entire absurdity of the whole situation. Any way, we get back into it and here comes the roomie once again, this time trying to be helpful w/alternative condoms of which she tosses on the bed and leaves. I'm assuming these two are both in the SP industry based on this interaction, so I ask Michelle (almost thinking there might be a salvageable way to make the night more interesting), but NO! She's a GD medical assistant student! Holy Hell! I now understand why all you Canadians come down for our healthcare.
At this point, Michelle and I have worked-up quite a sweat and she offered to get me a refreshment, I declined but said she should go ahead...she said she'd be back in 2 minutes. I laid there staring at the popcorn ceiling trying to piece together what has just occurred, all the while making sure I'd be 'ready' to finish when Michelle returned. Well, I don't wear a watch and my phone was in my pocket in the other room, but I can damn-sure tell when it's been two minutes...and it had been at least 5. I throw-in the towel, get dressed and call-up the stairs to let Michelle know I was leaving...she says, 'come on up here' and I had all sorts of visions of what could possibly/potentially be up there, but I soldiered up and found her nibbling some ground beef out of a cast iron pan on the stove still buck-ass naked. Again, she's very polite, nice, and sweet but by then it was definitely time for me to get gone...
