UTOPIA GUIDE REVIEW I was lucky enough to have seen Mandy twice this past week. The last time I saw her, she said her schedule was tight and we would have to keep it to half an hour. Usually she’s more than generous and plans a little extra into my appointments with her, but I agreed and she said it would be fine, just not the usual chatting this time around. When I saw her, she looked just great, dressed in her usual sexy casual style, but she seemed to have forgotten her chatting admonition because from the moment she greeted me at the side door she just gabbed on and on in her typically charming fashion, much to my delight. Once we got in the room she continued her gossiping and I started undressing to move things along. Mandy took my lead, shedding her garments, but a bit too quickly for my tastes. Watching Mandy take her clothes off in front of me is one my guilty pleasures. I stood by her and helped her off with her bra, admiring those lovely little breasts, cupping them in my hands and drawing her naked torso tightly to me, then nuzzling at her neck, inhaling the fresh scent of her clean, silky smooth hair. As we separated, I turned her around so that I could admire her body, clad now in only a lovely tiny white lace thong. It so complemented her figure that I was sorry to see her pull it down, but it didn’t take long for me to revel in what was bared. For a tight half hour, we fit in a lot of passion and positions. I began by giving her a back massage that ended with me rhythmically spreading her ass cheeks and separating her damp, meaty pussy lips. The sound of her parting wet vagina was intoxicating, as was her low moaning. From there, it was a fairly typical – meaning spectacular – session: Italian, CG, mish, BBBJ, RCG and, finally, an explosive, infinitely satisfying, extended release. Oddly enough, of the many wonderful things in this session, one that stood out was a curious little visual while Mandy was delivering a world class blow job. I was on my back, she was on her belly lying perpendicular to me, a bit of a switch-up from her typical position between my legs. As she serviced me with that talented mouth of hers, I was able to stroke her thick, beautiful, honey-brown hair as it cascaded down her soft, smooth shoulders and back. I lost myself while admiring the flawless, velvety skin of her back, butt and legs, each perfectly proportioned and the very embodiment of just what that part should be, one merging with artistic perfection into the next. At that moment, from that vantage point, in the position that she was in, Mandy was the absolute epitome of femininity and was a vision, in my mind at least, of what the perfect woman should be. The moment was something of an epiphany for me; once I came to, between the sight in front of me and her sparkling demeanor and disarming charm, there was no question in my mind as to why so many of those who meet this woman fall in love with her and keep coming back. I quickly showered and was glad that I could honor her half hour request; the next guy called just as I was getting my jacket on. As I’ve said many times before, since having met Mandy, I’ve found no reason to go elsewhere. She meets all of my needs – except perhaps that her unpredictable private life and immense popularity keeps her availability always up in the air. Fortunately, loyalty means something to her, and after many years I’m fortunate to be one of her close regulars, so as long as she still takes my calls, she remains my ATF, go-to-gal and the only one I see.