Thank you sir for you’re pleasurable visit and your attention to my blog. I’d love to listen (rather read) to your insight. My facebook, which can be found by going back to my blog and clicking on the my website link, would be the best and most secure way of giving me your email address.

Muah!
Sandy b

You are so hot! I just came, ogling the sweet pic of your sandy ass…. Thank you!

Someday, I hope you’ll part your panties for me, and let me show you how hard you make me swell.

Anton

Aw, thank you for the compliment I believe I do remember you! Sometimes the automated windows just have such poor timing…

Always the accepting host,
Sandy B.

Yes, there is a tendency to add some variation to the names on the schedule but I am the only one with the first name Sandy. I love RECEIVING shows too, so I will definitely look forward to your visit.

well, hello there …. I was your guest yesterday around lunch time. I’ve visited you twice in a matter of an hour or so. The second time you made me so hot,hard and delicious – I cant stop thinking of how hard I came …. my time was up as I was beginning to cum, you moaned and squatted down holding your boobies and looked straight me into my eyes as I was exploding and the blinder was going down ….. My fantasy now is you replying to me ….. haha … I love your eyes !!!!!!

My leather is so soft…wearing that dorky green cowboy jacket. The night of May 3rd, in booth number 12, you did a number, on me. I felt something i normally don’t feel, experience, or undergo…i felt your gaze pierce into my soul…but instead of experiencing carnal satiety, i felt passionate warmth. Just from a gaze…Your physical maneuvers were living, rhythmic and impeccably precise. Simply Gorgeous…you reminded me of Sin City…I being Marth and you being Goldie…The sweetest sin, in heaven’s garden…in fact…is no sin at all…just simply visceral pleasure. I’m sure the emotions and feelings you’ve stirred will come to pass…but at the same time i don’t want them too…maybe you saw the vulnerability in me as i placed my hand on the glass..sliding it down…maybe you saw it when i came back for two more minutes. Miss Sandy…i know what you do — you do because a part of you enjoys it, and probably for a multitude of other reasons…but you have me awestruck…and i don’t think it was entirely the visual gestures i felt— as so much the person. Correct me if i’m wrong…because i have been wrong before. I’m sure…your skin is… so soft, your touch so soft, your soul so soft.

–The guy with glasses and scruff, you spoke through the glass with; briefly. And who knows, maybe again…if destiny is kind.