Savannah: A Sexual Fantasy Coming True

Tara was like a mirage for me I met while I was married. She etched herself on my mind. No matter what I did, tried, her beauty kept being my wet dream for years after I had left Savannah.
 Unsatisfied with not having had the chance to enjoying her closeness at the time I tried to stay in touch with her. At least she would know how I felt.
 Many years later I returned for a short visit. Tara was as eager to see me as I was her.
For the short amount of time we had together, we made sure we exploited as much sexual bliss we could.
 When I left Savannah for the second time I left much happier, satisfied from Tara's exceptional skills in the bed. 
 A graphic and explicit description of another true event in my life.