Another OUTSTANDING day at PH. Been...

Another OUTSTANDING day at PH. Been many times, but today my knees are still shaking from the angel that I visited there. A body sculpted from clay, it's so perfect. Every curve, every tiny incline. Breasts so exquisitely shaped they should be the model for every pair ever created. Probably not original equipment, but made to act like they were, and shaped to the ultimate in swooping grace. The surgeon should get a Nobel prize for breasts. A midsection that widened out in such a feminine way, with just enough curve of a tummy to want to caress it. And every bit of soft, smooth flesh was tight and toned. You could bounce a quarter on her stomach, but not rock hard. Awesome! At least three others I'd have been happy to pick from were also available. Vera, who's a bit more fun as she's been there from "the old days."

To those who continue to whine that PH has changed, please, please tell me what's out there that's better. BallPark's a cesspool, you wait forever at GGR, HeartBreakers they ignore you, and Philly doesn't have much. So here you get good looking gals, extraordinary privacy, and a good time always. Too bad Ruby no longer is willing to grab your johnson and yank it like she's hauling fire hose. Playhouse is the best around, and it's pretty damn good on its own.