But that wasn't all. To start off the most awesome weekend I offer the following excerpt from a publication coming soon.
I arrived at the incall which was an upscale complex. I knocked on the door with the most nonchalant rhythm I could muster, given that my heart was already racing. "Try to be cool, don't trip on the way in, don't stare, well at least not too much," I thought to myself. Then the door opens and I hear a demure "Come in." I step across the threshold taking in the changes in decor I noticed and looking for a place to set down the drinks I had brought along for enjoyment when my eyes fell upon the young lady holding the door. Her smile was priceless, as was her beauty. Slowly I began to realize I wasn't moving, held in place by my mind's fixation on a pair of breasts being pushed up as gifts for the God's by a pink bustier. Skin tight below, down just past her ass, which I later determined was a fine ass indeed. She just kept smiling at me, moving closer, touching me, those eyes... Who is this mysterious beauty? Marilyn calls out from the other room "Close the door." Oh, I need to move. How do I walk again? I've done this before. Step, step...
