I remember the way her soft hands gently squeezed my breasts. I remember how wet she made me. I remember how her fingers stroked my wet pussy, gently easing deep inside me.

I remember how she knelt in front of me, lifting my dress and slipping my knickers down. I remember her expert tongue as she eased the orgasm out of me. I remember how she dug her nails into my buttocks as I was cumming. I remember my scream as the pain intensified my orgasm.

I want her again, I need her again.

I just can’t remember her name.