Review by HONEYLTSME, March, 2008
Yesterday was one of those days marked by mama nature in blue on my calendar, by the color then assumed by a certain organ of mine. I ignored it at first, but, by midnight, I realized that I was not going to be able to sleep! Obviously, there are manual remedies to that, but I did some thinking (with my balls) and decided to go online and see who'se available. Layla was - her pix were pleasant enough (though only showed her rear) and so was her voice. The location, at the very North tip of Manhattan, was something that concerned me as far as the neighborhood and travel time, but Layla convinced me the area was OK and my balls convinced me the travel time would be worth it. She lives in the area so even if the ad link I've pasted in the web site box expires, you should still be able to get in touch given the phone and location. It was simple enough getting there. The apartmnt building was okay. Layla opened the door in regular street clothes. An Italian and Puerto Rican mix, Layla is definitely plain jane girl next door type, or more precisely the pimply teen I had fantasies about when I was a pimply teen, with big boobs and big pink nipples and big ass and fleshy light-brown pusy lips and asshole. Her, not me. :)
