Steven Seagal
13-10-2012, 03:31 PM
Howdy Ladies and Gents,
Jenny’s
269 Canterbury Rd.
Canterbury
This is a review of a double with Cindy and Angela.
Before I get going here I must give you some background so that you’ll understand how the punt went.
Music is universal. All societies, cultures and religions possess some form of musical expression. Music reflects our inner world and can often enhance the experience of just being alive. For example, you may get chocked up, without having hands clasped around your throat, when you hear a piece of music or ‘our song’ that you shared romantically with another. Also, music brings us back to times past and there are generational aspects of music as well.
I want to mention three pieces of music and yes they are relevant to this punt.
The first piece of music is Rock Around the Clock by Bill Haley and the Comets. I first encountered this in the movie Blackboard Jungle. It starred Glenn Ford as a new teacher in a school full of young thugs and hoons. Sidney Portier in an early role, played a black student who showed potential and Vic Morrow played a punk we would all like to see die a hideous death. Anyway, at the end of the flick Morrow pulls and knife and says to Portier “Shut up black boy!”. (Note: Today you’d be in more trouble if you said “Shut up Negro!”) Rock Around the Clock was the theme to this movie.
The second tune is Click Go the Shears. When I first came to Australia not only did I have trouble understanding the Aussie accent, but the songs didn’t mean a fucking thing to me. My best interpretation of this song, early on, was as that it related to a number of knuckleheads doing a course in barber college. (Note: It was only later that I leaned when an Aussie says ‘She’ll be right”, it won’t and when he says “No worries”, you better start worrying!)
Finally, there is the Hawaiian Wedding Song. This bit of saccharine fluff I first encountered at the end of the movie Blue Hawaii where Elvis Presley is all decked out in a pseudo-Hawaiian outfit, wearing a plastic Hawaiian lay and enough gel in his hair to lubricate the pussies of a hundred WL’s!
So now we have arrived at Cindy and Angela.
I have reviewed each singularly before so will not go into too much detail. Let me just say that Cindy is early 30’s, a- cups, protruding nipples and nice face. Angela is a c-cup, also nipples that stick out a bit, middle 30’s with thick lips that I refer to as a bbj mouth.
WL’s love doubles because they get paid the same old do-re-me and only have to do half as much work.
Each lady had their strengths and weaknesses. Angela does a good bbj and it’s a pleasure to look at her lips wrapped around my cock. I think her pussy needs to be mowed and I do get a bit tired of ‘Darling’ and small talk about how big my cock is. Cindy is a good all rounder and while not excelling in anything isn’t crook at anything either.
It was not a lesbian double but more of a tag team. They took turns sucking and fucking and licking.
Was there a fly in the ointment? Yep. Before we started Angela got out a cd player, flipped in a cd and in no time flat I was hearing Rock Around the Clock, Hawaiian Wedding Song and Click go the Shears sung my some bloke in Mandarin that had all the charm of a finger nail being run across a chalk board.
So, here I am trying to enjoy two women with visions of Vic Morrow wielding a knife, Elvis in a Hawaiian jumpsuit with hair so greased up a hurricane couldn’t budge it, and images of blokes cutting hair! These are NOT the sorts of thoughts you want going through your head while a woman is sucking your cock.
They did their best folks and it really wasn’t bad. It’s just it could have been better if the whole thing had occurred in silence. (I’d have even put up with FOAM “fake orgasm and moaning” than listen to that numbskull sing, what in their hayday, were shit songs in English).
Will I go back? Probably, but not to hear these tunes again!
Steven
Jenny’s
269 Canterbury Rd.
Canterbury
This is a review of a double with Cindy and Angela.
Before I get going here I must give you some background so that you’ll understand how the punt went.
Music is universal. All societies, cultures and religions possess some form of musical expression. Music reflects our inner world and can often enhance the experience of just being alive. For example, you may get chocked up, without having hands clasped around your throat, when you hear a piece of music or ‘our song’ that you shared romantically with another. Also, music brings us back to times past and there are generational aspects of music as well.
I want to mention three pieces of music and yes they are relevant to this punt.
The first piece of music is Rock Around the Clock by Bill Haley and the Comets. I first encountered this in the movie Blackboard Jungle. It starred Glenn Ford as a new teacher in a school full of young thugs and hoons. Sidney Portier in an early role, played a black student who showed potential and Vic Morrow played a punk we would all like to see die a hideous death. Anyway, at the end of the flick Morrow pulls and knife and says to Portier “Shut up black boy!”. (Note: Today you’d be in more trouble if you said “Shut up Negro!”) Rock Around the Clock was the theme to this movie.
The second tune is Click Go the Shears. When I first came to Australia not only did I have trouble understanding the Aussie accent, but the songs didn’t mean a fucking thing to me. My best interpretation of this song, early on, was as that it related to a number of knuckleheads doing a course in barber college. (Note: It was only later that I leaned when an Aussie says ‘She’ll be right”, it won’t and when he says “No worries”, you better start worrying!)
Finally, there is the Hawaiian Wedding Song. This bit of saccharine fluff I first encountered at the end of the movie Blue Hawaii where Elvis Presley is all decked out in a pseudo-Hawaiian outfit, wearing a plastic Hawaiian lay and enough gel in his hair to lubricate the pussies of a hundred WL’s!
So now we have arrived at Cindy and Angela.
I have reviewed each singularly before so will not go into too much detail. Let me just say that Cindy is early 30’s, a- cups, protruding nipples and nice face. Angela is a c-cup, also nipples that stick out a bit, middle 30’s with thick lips that I refer to as a bbj mouth.
WL’s love doubles because they get paid the same old do-re-me and only have to do half as much work.
Each lady had their strengths and weaknesses. Angela does a good bbj and it’s a pleasure to look at her lips wrapped around my cock. I think her pussy needs to be mowed and I do get a bit tired of ‘Darling’ and small talk about how big my cock is. Cindy is a good all rounder and while not excelling in anything isn’t crook at anything either.
It was not a lesbian double but more of a tag team. They took turns sucking and fucking and licking.
Was there a fly in the ointment? Yep. Before we started Angela got out a cd player, flipped in a cd and in no time flat I was hearing Rock Around the Clock, Hawaiian Wedding Song and Click go the Shears sung my some bloke in Mandarin that had all the charm of a finger nail being run across a chalk board.
So, here I am trying to enjoy two women with visions of Vic Morrow wielding a knife, Elvis in a Hawaiian jumpsuit with hair so greased up a hurricane couldn’t budge it, and images of blokes cutting hair! These are NOT the sorts of thoughts you want going through your head while a woman is sucking your cock.
They did their best folks and it really wasn’t bad. It’s just it could have been better if the whole thing had occurred in silence. (I’d have even put up with FOAM “fake orgasm and moaning” than listen to that numbskull sing, what in their hayday, were shit songs in English).
Will I go back? Probably, but not to hear these tunes again!
Steven