Review: Darla

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When I turned 50 in December 2011, I realized that there are many experiences in life that I haven’t encountered and needed to so that I wouldn’t wake up at 60 and regret living life. I had never been to Las Vegas before and decided I needed to go during the week after Christmas and take a beautiful busty gal to dinner at a French restaurant overlooking the Vegas Strip. I found Darla via my TER research and was pleased that she was tall, slim, and had busty H-cups. When I arrived in Las Vegas, it was cool in the 50s, yet sunny. I texted Darla and let her know that I was on my way over to her incall and our two-day overnight adventure was about to start. I was carrying a couple of gifts for Darla, one being a sunflower bouquet filled with yellow sunflowers and assorted yellow daisies, and the other a cuddly 17-inch teddy bear. When Darla opened her apartment door, I said, ‘Merry Christmas, Darla, these are for you!’ I set the flowers and bear on her dining table. Darla had to run an errand just before I arrived, so she was just dressed in jeans and a top that covered her massive H-cuppers. After Darla cooed over my sunny flower arrangement and cuddle teddy bear, she walked right up to me and gave me a big bosomy hug by squishing her prodigious bosom into my chest. Without warning, Darla reached up and planted a passionate kiss on me that confiscated a lifetime worth of virgin kissing. Darla launched a mouth-to-mouth lip and tongue assault that rearranged my lips with her ruby-red lipstick that made me look like I had been eating luscious giant strawberries. I parried back with my own tongue and lip assault as Darla pressed her massive breasts into my chest. After sitting on the sofa, cuddling, and chatting for an hour or so, we headed out for an Italian restaurant. Ahhh…Italy, wouldn’t that be so romantic to have a genuine Italian pasta dinner in Italy? Well, that’s what it was like as we ensconced ourselves in a cozy booth. Darla was wearing a golden dress that revealed at least half of her H-cup cleavage line as she sat next to me. What a view to be able to sit within inches of Darla’s magnificent cleavage! Darla and I shared a three-patty mushroom appetizer. Darla had veal parmesana and coffee, while I had fettuccine lobster and iced tea. Darla challenged me with an arm wrestle at the table for the third mushroom appetizer because she goes gaga over mushrooms. I declined because I didn’t want to inflict my superior male strength over a beautiful busty feline. While we were waiting for our main entrees, I copped a feel of Darla’s gorgeous breasts staring at me to watch her cleavage move. Darla joked and teased me by saying, ‘Why kind sir, what…what…are you doing, trying to tear my clothes off right here at the dinner table for all to see!?’ After resisting the temptations of our waiter to indulge in their dessert delicacies because we were too stuffed, Darla held my hand as we walked through the casino next to the restaurant. I had never walked through a glitzy and smoky casino before, so it was noisy and interesting. We sat at an electronic machine where we played a game of Blackjack.