"Twa' corbys sittin on a wa' " Old Scots ballad, taught in skule. More Christinas

[Pompal 09.]

Were I writing this on paper, I would die of shame, lest anyone see it all blotched and spotty, the result of uncontrollable, lacivious drooling. Fortunately, I write electronically, and only risk death by keyboard short circuit and electrical fire, to bring the news to my fellow massageplanet.netites.

Christina, she of the height advantage and perfect breasts, said today. "Friday will be something special. Both Christinas shall dress as schoolgirls at Mirage Spa. With little plaid skirts, and white stockings and even ties with shirts."

Unhappy me! My session was just finished. If only she had told me before! I would manfully have subdued my jones for a few days more (after apologizing for cancelling, of course) and lived on dreams alone, until I secured the first place in line a minute after midnight Friday morning. And, think of it! Perhaps that would be the day that perfect-bodied afternoon-Andrea chose to wear her schoolgirl outfit to the Pro. Was mortal man meant to conceive such visions?

But since I did not cancel, a few details of my "unhappiness": This afternoon both Christinas were on duty, and forced to choose, I picked Taller, for a third and even better time. Not a mistake. She was attentive, imaginative, sensitive to my pleasure, and seemed to enjoy things pretty much as I did. Except perhaps, for the brief snack at the Y, which she politely declined to extend. Someday she may repeat one of her finish techniques, if she does, I'll let you know.

Oh, a demerit mark for me, I didn't notice the new floor in the room

 

[Lisa G]

Awsome review. Sorry to hear she didn't let you finish your dinner.