Caressing with fingers and lips. Warmth and wetness along the entire length of my re-animated penis. I even heard moans as my manhood was engulfed, re...eased, engulfed again, and again. Until, in a state of semi-consciousness, I came. Or at least I thought I had.When I fully awoke, I was alone in Claire’s bed. No stained sheets. No dried sperm on my leg. No evidence that my dream was anything but. I got out of bed, only to find that the clothes I wore last night had disappeared. I did find a. They kissed, the forgotten pictures fell to the floor, the book too, he took her then and there, hard as he could, but as always both missionary and vanilla. It was enough for them both at that precise moment, instant decisions were not his way that she knew. she knew he was excited by her story, but would he be excited enough to try it out was the question. The day progressed as stuck in on wet day does, he had a bath, she made the bed, tidied up the suitcase, the pictures and the book ,not. I told her that I will keep the shutters down from inside and she agreed to it. After that I went inside of a cabin and shut the door of the cabin. I started reading Indian sex stories. Soon I unzipped my pants and took my tool and started masturbating. I was feeling so horny so that only we both were there. Sometime later I heard a soft knock in the door. I put my kurtha over my tool keeping the zip open, I opened the door and sat back on the chair. Jasmine half entered the cabin and showed. Their orgasms were upon them almost immediately and she collapsed onto his chest.They lay there silently as their breathing returned to normal. She played with the sparse brown hair on his chest. He stroked her long hair, pausing only to draw her lips to his and kiss her deeply.Soon she felt him stirring inside her. His manhood began to swell again and he groaned as she squeezed him within her. "Doc?" she purred as she pushed herself back up onto her knees.Their movements were slower this time..