UTOPIA GUIDE REVIEW I saw Mandy last week and she was not having a great day. She was supposed to start the day at noon but her regular Ronkonkoma hotel wouldn’t let her check in early as they usually do. Her first client, who had to travel a ways, was already there so she checked into a less desirable “Inn” down the road to accommodate him. She was pissed at the hotel management, her schedule was messed up and she had to pay for two lodgings this day, so she was upset. Our texts became a little terse as well, so I toyed with the idea of skipping this time and rescheduling when she was feeling better, but with Mandy I've learned that a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush; if she was making herself available to me I didn’t want to lose the opportunity, not knowing when we’d be able to get together again, so I settled on seeing her. As it turned out, I’m glad that I did. I was her last appointment and when I saw Mandy, she greeted me with a smile and a big kiss. She was wearing a white top that I requested, the one I went on about in an earlier post, and she looked just beautiful. When we got to the room, she closed the door and plopped herself down on the bed, completely exasperated. I opened a bag I brought with me and handed her a couple of her favorite snacks, one which she opened and devoured – she was hungry after a long, frustrating day. Mandy began venting about her last few trying hours and I gladly lent a sympathetic ear. Between chomping on the snacks and purging her psyche, the adorable Mandy I pay good money to see returned. I began undressing as she ran into the bathroom to rinse her mouth out – she didn’t want the spicy snack to start me screaming as my penis entered her otherwise welcoming mouth. When she came back, I was waiting for her on a bench in my boxers. Mandy removed the sheer blouse and her black tights leaving her in just a bra and her thong. She’s still taking the pounds off and really looked amazing. As much as it makes her look thinner, remarkably it also makes her look much younger. To see her now, you’d never imagine this is a woman in her 50’s, and she even looks better than most in their 40’s. I asked her to do a lap dance for me as I sat on the bench. She smiled, saying she’s never done that before, but began swaying in front of me, removing her bra and exposing those beautiful little breasts. She turned around and straddled my legs, then sat on my lap, grinding her ass onto my crotch. Mandy asked, “Aren’t you supposed to touch me?” and grabbed my hands, placing them on her breasts that I caressed eagerly but gently. My hands wandered all over her torso and then she turned herself around facing me, pressing her groin firmly against the growing cock in my shorts. We kissed passionately, me licking her ears and neck as she swooned, my hands finding their way to her wonderful ass. After minutes of groping each other this way, Mandy got up off of me and onto her knees between my legs where she pulled my already hard dick out from the leg of my shorts and proceeded to blow me. It was typical Mandy, but lasted only a minute or so when she got up and, grabbing my hand, directing me over to the bed. I lay down and she assumed a more comfortable position between my legs, pulling off the shorts, consuming my engorged penis, alternated with licking and probing my anus with her tongue. We kept this up for an extended period and as wonderful as it felt, I needed to spend time between her soft thighs, so we exchanged position and I began to orally pleasure her while kneading her soft breasts. It amazes me that, after a long day, there was no odor at all. The woman is hygienic and she tasted just divine. As my tongue continued its assault on her vagina and anus, her pussy became wetter and wetter and her moaning became constant. “Oh my God, you have no idea how much pleasure I’m in right now,” she exclaimed as her hips gyrated while my tongue flicked at her swollen clitoris and I nibbled tenderly on her fleshy lips. After a bit, Mandy added, “What I really love is when you get behind me…” It was difficult to leave where I was, but after a few moments, I got up and she flipped herself onto her belly. Whenever she does this, I’m simply stunned by how beautiful she is and I always have to stop and take in the amazing sight. Mandy’s skin is fair and unblemished, devoid of any ink and piercings. It’s tight and smooth against her petite frame with no wrinkles or stretch marks to blemish or detract from this magnificent canvas, certainly not what you would expect of a fifty year-old. Mandy’s hair is tawny brown, silky smooth, thick and straight, flowing down her soft shoulders to her mid back. Her ass in that position is sheer magic; the buttocks are soft, smooth and full, so wonderful to touch, and when her shapely legs part slightly, there’s a hint of her splendid dusky, moist vagina. After that delightful pause, I parted Mandy’s legs and moved myself between them, grabbing the bottle of lube and squeezing a generous portion of the slippery liquid between her ass cheeks. Mandy began humping up against me as my stiff penis ran back and forth between her slicked buttocks, catching its tip occasionally on her puckered anus. This blissful rubbing continued as I moved my cock down between her wet lips while her hand moved between her legs and rubbed the sensitive underside of my penis in the fashion of Ting Ting (for those of you who remember that Hicksville goddess from long ago). After several minutes in this paradise, I could take no more and, unable to last long enough to don a rubber and finish inside her, I pulled my dick from between her legs and let go four or more ropes of my seed onto her buttocks and back. Exhausted, I fell forward onto her, our combined fluids and lube making slippery work as I rubbed my body against hers. We chatted for a while, but she had to go and so we soon headed for the bathroom to wash up. I went well over my scheduled time, but it was a special occasion and she’s always generous with me, especially when no one’s waiting. Like Johnny said, there’s so much to like about this woman, you can never get in as much as you’d like to in one session. You have to be satisfied getting whatever you end up with and, honestly, for this monger at least, that’s always been quite enough to have me walking away very, very happy indeed.