I've had two punts that really fit this category, both of which came from my days of visiting Parlours in Manchester, which was the period from December 2004 - the middle of 2006.
I've already reported on the first - probably of the second of the two, now I come to think of it - which happened in a Parlour the name of which I can't remember, even though when I mentioned this incident previously, someone on here identified it. It was above the end of a terrace of shops at the south of Prestwich, almost in Salford.
What happened was that the lass who I decided to see that Sunday afternoon had been on the Saturday overnight shift and then had stayed on the rota. Which meant that, by the time I saw her, she'd been around the Parlour for the best part of 24 hours. So I suppose it wasn't too surprising that when I was giving it all an enthusiastic, but still novice, punter could, I became aware of very little response from her; just a quiet gentle snoring sound! So I more or less stopped what a I was doing and let her sleep until the "Time's up" on the bedroom door was heard. Then I gently shook her awake - I was even fluffier in those days! - got dressed and went downstairs with her.
The second also occurred on a Sunday afternoon, this time in Sandy's Prestwich Parlour. I was at a loose end and had checked who was on that day's rota and saw that there was a young lass whose name I've long forgotten - this would have been in the Spring of 2005 - but whose knockers I'll never forget. So much of a Boob man am I that I booked her for 45 minutes, rather than my usual half-hour.
Unfortunately, I think she must have been fairly new to the job and only had half an hour's patter. So, while she's massaging my back, she asks, "Are you from round heyoh?" in her broad Manc accent.
"Well, not too far away.", I replied. Then she asked me if I'd planned my holidays yet "No," I replied, I went on a Round the World trip last year, so I won't be going abroad this year."
Anyway, fast forward about half an hour; and as I'm nuzzling on her tits, she suddenly asks "Are you local?". Again I made a non-committal reply before she asks, "Are you going anywhere nice this year?" Choking back the desire to ask "Weren't you fooling listening when I told you 25 minutes ago that I wouldn't be going abroad this year?", I just said that I'd not made any plans.
Actually, I had; it was either to give up punting even though I enjoyed doing the deed. Or to try to find Parlours with MILFs/GILFs closer to my own age rather than lasses who seemed as dumb as this one. I mentioned the experience later on the Small black Volume and had my card marked to Parlours with older, brighter SPs. Within a year, I'd 'graduated' seeing Indies on AW and have hardly been back in a Parlour since.
