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That night, they barely had enough energy to each stumble through the shower and into their respective bedrooms. Not one of them had trouble sleeping that night. Corrine leaned forward pressing the thumbs of her hands into the dimples between her shoulders and nipples, stimulating her breasts with her hands, squeezing them MILF together to begin. To reach the level of focus she needed, her eyes squinted, she clamped her lips together, and the first scene of her fantasy started. But after her fingertips tweaked each of her nipples, she frowned and shook her head. MORE foreplay. With the starting point changed, she slid her fingertips to her neck and prepared to restart the first scene. She clapped her hands and as the director gave the command. “ACTION!” Her eyes narrowed, she set her lips again to start the daydream, but then her mouth immediately twisted, she knit her chubby eyebrows together, and her stare hardened reflecting her disapproval of that choice. Not nearly early enough! Frustrated, she restarted her fantasy with Bill kissing her softly on her cheek, smiled briefly, then shook her head. Stop trying to be creative and just pick something that’ll work. And finally, she nodded her head to approve starting with the first time she met Bill Johnstone. It was one of the starting points she always enjoyed and could rely on. With her jaw set, she pursed her lips, her eyes became slits as she sharpened the picture, and the action of the first scene began as she envisioned Bill’s eyes widening and then focusing as he studied her eyes, her mouth, her chest, her waist, finally encompassing all of her. As that scene rolled forward to connect with the next scene and that one connected to another scene to create her fantasy, her eyes twinkled with a naughty glint, her mouth morphed from a soft warm smile into a slightly lascivious, sly grin and the fantasy ended with Bill’s good bye that morning, hot, passionate, warm, Indian Sex and loving before his final thrust, the last hot spurt entering her, the soft farewell squeeze of her vagina as she felt Bill withdraw the last bit of the tip from her, the sticky, hot trickle flowing from her vagina between her buttocks, and their fluffy white comforter snugged up tightly under her chin with her eyes closed as she tried to hold onto feeling the warmth of his semen inside her. Even though it was before she got out of bed to start her day, the memory of that feeling inside her still made her tingle. The unrelenting clock continued to click away as it went about its task as timekeeper reminding her of their ongoing love/ hate struggle. She knew that she was running out of time for her reverie but soon the star of the movie, Bill Johnstone himself, would be there. Five minutes more was all that she said she would indulge herself but fifteen minutes later she gave herself a final push as she gently grazed her cheeks and touched her fingertips to her lips to end the movie. Whether it was when she and Bill said hello or good bye, Indian Porn he always kissed her so tenderly that she got misty eyed when she thought about his sweet kisses. 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