Review: Dawn

General Details

It was late in the evening for a sixty year-old---6:00 p.m., right after Fox News Special Report. I yawned, crawled under the covers, and fell asleep just as the TV played The Four Seasons’ classic 1960s hit, DAWN. I dreamt that I’d read a review of a pretty girl-next-door type named Dawn, a young woman who looks like she might sing in the local church choir. I liked what I saw in her pics, phoned her, and to my surprise she answered right away. After providing references, we easily set up a time she could meet me at my outcall location. When the knock came on my door, I gulped in astonishment at the sight of her. Dawn stepped inside, and after some light greetings---which included a short, soft LFK---she asked to change. Mmm, she was so fresh and clean! I lit candles, and when a 25 year-old angel stepped out of the bathroom---bedecked in red lingerie---I gasped. Dawn approached, kissed me deeply, took my willing hand, and led me to the bedroom.