I've only been to the new spot a few times. Whittier just isn't geographically desirable. But When I have to go to the OC, I find a reason to stop by & see Nancy. I LOVE her energy. She's always very flirty & hands-on (at least with me), so it's always playful, like an old friend. I try to come late so we can totally relax. Nancy still delivers one of the best oil massages, hands-down (pun intended). We were really relaxed so I tempted the twins out for some Russian toward the end & unloaded a 6-day load that perfectly dripped off Nancy's lovely nipples. Took my time getting dressed & we left near 11pm, drained & happy. Of course I'll return when convenient.

You know that feeling, when you spot something and your hormones go off and you just have to turn around? That is what this was. A complete, On-The-Spot decision, to turn around and go see Nancy, after all these years. // I had just driven by the place on Beverly. I flipped a U, and headed back. Parked in a nice shaded spot in front of the building. When you walk in, (I've been here before, as I said, years ago,) there is a small entry way. It is a good looking spa inside. Well appointed, nice furnishings and high end looking decor. Oasis is not a Tug Shop. Nancy greets me as I clear the entrance and she remembers me from many prior visits at the old place. She offers a hug and we smile. It's all very sweet. I explain that I was literally driving by, and had the time to take a massage. I told her only she would do, and there was a little smirk. Nancy still looks great. She was wearing her clinical cloths, but they didn't fit sloppy or anything. She looked sharp. Her breasts are as obvious as always, and she was made up very well, hair and make-up. She might even look a little smaller, but she is still quite buxom. I requested the full hour, and because I walked in, I paid full price ($75.00) She led me to a room just adjacent to the counter and asked me to ready. I undressed and laid down, covered with the towel in case anyone else happened in. From this point on, I will just cut to the chase...I got a HJ. But leading up to it, she gave a completely legit killer massage with all the trimmings (Stones, Stretching, Heating Pad, etc.) When we started out, we talked briefly, but she really encouraged me to relax and let her spoil me. I took her advise, and even allowed myself to doze off, only to wake for the flip. At this point, I did the standard ass rub, but I was willing to let things happen at her call. However, I had to marvel at her breasts, as always before, and so I placed my hand under her shirt and began a rub on her back. To put it simply, I gave her my look, and she gave me the "Silent" finger across her lips gesture. I complied and kept all silent as she rubbed me out. She did a fine job of keeping eye contact with me as I made funny faces, which she smiled at. When we were done, she made it VERY CLEAR, she does not do HJ's anymore. (For the record, Nancy and I have actually had a couple of lunch dates during her days at her old place. We just lost touch after the fire and the moving. Since then, we have seen each other very infrequent,...like once in the last 2 years?) After we were done, she had 30 minutes before and actual appointment. We sat out in the lobby and talked about all that is going on. She mentioned her travels and I asked about her family in Indonesia. And, I told her that the garb she wears at work does nothing for her killer buxom figure. She then showed an album she has of some latest photo shoots. Man, she is wearing some tight ass stuff that you can actually see through aureola. We hugged, and I left. // Nancy is definitely not a HJ queen anymore. She runs a nice legit establishment, in a nice center. I'd like to think I'm special, but we'll see.