October 2nd 1882, the cold winter nights how I long for Gustavo's long kiss,and warm hands running trough my thighs and his finger making its way to my clits. My nipples stood so hard thinking about this, what is wrong with me I pondered as I could clearly see the image of Gustavo in my head. Quickly I rush towards the wardrobe to grab his shirt he left behind I could smell him and this made me even more wet. Slowly my hands run down my tummy made its way to my pant line, slowly I pushed down my panties as my index finger makes it way to my clitoris, gentle rubs and I lost myself to it. I fingered myself vigorously and there I was imagining Gustavo at last Climax.