ewa Playmaker Ewa was a Polish lawyer I met in a bar in Manchester in the summer of 2008. She was sitting with an Irish financial consultant in Panacea. As I walked out the door, her eyes followed me. She ran up to me and asked me to come and talk to them. Game on. Ewa had an wonderful jawline, great shoes, pouting lips and eyes deeper than the mid-Atlantic ridge. Additionally, she had double D breasts, which were concealed rather adeptly, beneath her full length Dior. I ran my usual stuff. Two steps forward, one step back. At one juncture I stroked both their necks simultaneously with my nails - they both trembled with enthral as various men walking by us on their way out tried to high-five me. Before long it was time to leave, as we forged into the night together I locked arms with both of them, they asked me where I lived - I told them it was miles away and I was staying at their place. They agreed in a heartbeat. "YAY! Sleepover!". They both laughed. I knew it was on. Back at their apartment I had to choose between them. The threesome was a no-go since Ewa was being very coy and not responding to the questions I was asking Irish. Since I like a challenge, I decided on Polish. An hour later we stumbled into her bedroom door as she frantically pulled me towards her. Her mind was beautiful, her body was sensitive yet insatiable. 080810 what's it to you? who go blather from