About the meeting:

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Évaluation:

A new review informs little to nothing in the case of a legend as Emma is. She is my top of the top in terms of preference and my self-imposed rule is that I should never compare or assess her. So this short feedback, definitely subjective, is not an evaluation but my public expression of the invaluable feelings and emotions she’s induced on me since I first met her. And I so much regret that I got to know her only two years ago, long after she came to France and took it by storm. Getting to see her again today after quite a while has been very emotional and I don’t know whether it is a matter of absence makes the heart grow fonder, but today she showed up before me in her true awesomeness, more beautiful than ever, at least one year younger than I remembered her, like a goddess to whom time means nothing. I immediately succumbed to her lips, I gorged on her full breasts which are firm but tenderer than those of a teenager, I got lost looking into her mesmerizing eyes and I realized once again that I will never free myself from the spell she cast on me from the very beginning. She has been the only one for whom I traveled long miles, on limited resources, to reach the places where she briefly camps. She offered me some of the most torrid moments I experienced with a lady, yet there have been a few instances where my shaken state of mind torn apart between sex and love, between escort and girlfriend, between sharing and not sharing, made me not even finalize. I thought that taking extras, excellently managed by her but not always what I am looking for, would fix me up, but to no avail. Her spell will last. It could be “a bad case of loving you” as in the tune by Robert Palmer. It is not the first time this happens to me but since last time, long ago, I have thought of myself as being cool and strong enough not to let it happen again. If Shakespeare had known Emma, he would probably have written “frailty, thy name is man”. Many kisses, dear Emma!