With a name like Betty Cocker, I just had to meet her! Damn it all, if Betty Cocker looks a whole lot like my childhood fantasy woman Betty Crocker! I have always had this childhood fantasy of coming up from behind Betty Crocker when she is making dinner and fondling her beautiful breasts! I thought that it was important before meeting Betty to get her a couple of special gifts to show her my appreciation for being such a loquacious and passionate woman.
I took the Christian Dior elegant white box and carefully removed the bow without untying it. I opened the box and laid a box of German biscuits with chocolate on one side called Choco Leibniz by Bahlzen next to the French perfume called J’adore L’absolu by Christian Dior. In Europe, all cookies are referred to as biscuits. I carefully reapplied the white Dior ribbon and tucked the box into a giant white polka-dot plastic decorative bag. But, no gift is complete to a woman without a teddy bear, so I added Boomer, a 12.5-inch bear with a red ski vest and a furry winter hat, boots, and removable zippered red ski-jacket, enclosed in another decorative bag with a little cat on the outside, then packaged neatly along the Dior box in the polka-dot decorative bag. This gift was sure to be a memorable one for Betty.
I attempted to see Betty as one of my first providers when I started back in December 2011 on my birthday, but Betty would not see me because I had no referrals. Well, now with three reviews and referrals under my belt, Betty had no problem meeting me. Betty was very attentive in my E-mails to her such that we got to know a bit about each other before meeting, so that we would not feel like strangers.
I set up a two-hour afternoon date with Betty at her beautiful incall in NOVA, a good 90-minute drive for me, but so worth it once I was there. The day was a cool 42 degrees, overcast as I programmed my Verizon Navigator on my DROID X cell phone, and headed out to meet my first true blonde who was naturally busty.
I called Betty from my car 15-minutes before my scheduled time, and yeah, you guessed it, she was butt-naked still getting dressed, so I waited another 10-minutes before she called back and was ready for me to knock on her incall door. I am a communicator and am most impressed by providers who are the same as well. I am not impressed with fancy outfits and such and asked Betty to wear what was comfortable for her, just so long as it was cleavagy.
I knocked on the door and Betty told me to come in through the door, dang it all, it WAS BETTY CROCKER! Betty gave me a big bosomy hug and we went to the kitchen to chat. I set my giant white polka-dot bag gift for Betty on her kitchen table and we sat down across from each other to chat. Betty was wearing her comfy blue nylon slacks, pants, and white slip-on shoes, you know, what she’d normally wear at home alone that is comfortable. I loved the look of her short curly blonde locks and her big green eyes looking at me as we chatted about life. After talking for about an hour, Betty abruptly said, ‘You know, you can touch my breasts any time you like!’ With that prompting, I quickly reached out, copped a feel of Betty’s perky DDs, and admired how they squished and squirmed in my hands as I massaged them in her top.
Betty purred when she opened my gift, sprayed a bit of J’adore L’absolu on her right wrist, fumigating the kitchen area since the perfume was so powerful. Betty rewarded me by thrusting her cleavage into my face where I could smell her perfume called Pheromone.