Gentlemen,
It has been a while since I wandered the streets of your fair town. My recent road trip to Oilberta included Edmonton although the only blow jobs to be had there were of the corporate and customer relations kind.
That’s not to say I didn’t try, but cocky bastard that I am, I ignored the collective wisdom of the Edmonton chapter of Perbers and hooked up with Christy. Take a gander at the photos on her website
and you’ll see the attraction. Passed the requisite interrogation and the retina scan on the assumption that her previous lukewarm (lukecold actually) reviews were a YMMV phenomona.
I will say this. The photos are accurate. Beyond that I have two words STAY AWAY and two more DON’T BOTHER. Rules, restrictions and rampant paranoia. To quote Roberto Duran “No mas” for this hombre.
I left Edmonton lighter in the wallet and still in need of some receptive female attentions.
I decided to arrange a Tess sequel. It had been a while since our last session and she did not disappoint. Punctual as always, she arrived dressed to impress. The Woodman, ever the gentlemen, rose as the lady entered the room. Good muscle memory there. Some intelligent conversation (always a welcome surprise in this business), a glass or two of fine wine and off we were.
She was wet, wild and wantin’. The little jaded voice said it’s an act. The big happy voice said ya can’t fake the lube man, ya can’t fake the lube. So who knows, actually who cares. Just like a ‘66 Vette a magical combination of ground pounding speed on the straights and oh so tight through the corners.
For round two Tess proceeded to surprise me with some special treats reserved for repeaters. I can’t (read won’t) tell you what all was involved, I wouldn’t want to get your hopes up. Let me just say the Woodman never forgets.
Hmmmm. All in all Tess is still on top.
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It has been a while since I wandered the streets of your fair town. My recent road trip to Oilberta included Edmonton although the only blow jobs to be had there were of the corporate and customer relations kind.
That’s not to say I didn’t try, but cocky bastard that I am, I ignored the collective wisdom of the Edmonton chapter of Perbers and hooked up with Christy. Take a gander at the photos on her website
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www.independentescort.com/edmonton/main.htmI will say this. The photos are accurate. Beyond that I have two words STAY AWAY and two more DON’T BOTHER. Rules, restrictions and rampant paranoia. To quote Roberto Duran “No mas” for this hombre.
I left Edmonton lighter in the wallet and still in need of some receptive female attentions.
I decided to arrange a Tess sequel. It had been a while since our last session and she did not disappoint. Punctual as always, she arrived dressed to impress. The Woodman, ever the gentlemen, rose as the lady entered the room. Good muscle memory there. Some intelligent conversation (always a welcome surprise in this business), a glass or two of fine wine and off we were.
She was wet, wild and wantin’. The little jaded voice said it’s an act. The big happy voice said ya can’t fake the lube man, ya can’t fake the lube. So who knows, actually who cares. Just like a ‘66 Vette a magical combination of ground pounding speed on the straights and oh so tight through the corners.
For round two Tess proceeded to surprise me with some special treats reserved for repeaters. I can’t (read won’t) tell you what all was involved, I wouldn’t want to get your hopes up. Let me just say the Woodman never forgets.
Hmmmm. All in all Tess is still on top.
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