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From a Letter I've always had an obsession with Lilly Grey. She was the most beautiful face to ever grace the silver screen. I admired her talent and loved her firm body. She was so graceful and feminine. Each time I laid eyes upon her my body would tremble and my heart would ache with yearning. Lilly had dark hair dark eyes and dark skin. She was the most mysterious woman. I'd write letters to her and speak of how much she meant to me as a person but there was never a reply. That wouldn't stop me from writing. I knew one day, if I wanted it bad enough, I'd meet her. Letter after letter was sent. There must have been at least seven, however there was still no sign from the perfect beauty. She must of read them and they had to have flattered her at least a little. A few months later I was talking a walk to a favorite coffee shop near by my home. On the way I couldn't help but smile, I had a sort of glow for an unknown reason. I neared the shop and grew butterflies in the pit of my tummy. I started to breathe heavier and could see my tits move with each breath I took. I entered the shop and to my surprise I saw a beautiful women who closely resembled my Lilly Grey. I approached the women with high hopes and spoke to her. I mentioned the uncanny resemblance and the women said, "I get that more often than you'd think." We began talking and I told her of my admiration for the actress. The women laughed with me and seemed fascinated by the comments I made on Lilly Grey. She was amused, and I felt comfortable enough to mention my letters. I told her the things I had written and the women fell deeper and deeper into the words I was speaking. I admitted to keeping copies of the letters I'd written to Lilly. The women I was with told me she'd be interested in reading them. I didn't think of it as an awkward situation considering the women looked similar and I could just pretend she was the real thing. I agreed to take her to my home and we'd sit and drink our coffee there as she read the letters. We reached my home and sat on the living room floor. I watched in fascination as the women's eyes lit up, as she got deeper into what she was reading. She was in awe that I, another woman, could have such feelings for an actress I'd never met. The woman leaned in and gave me a soft kiss with tears welled up in her eyes. She told me she had never known anyone to be so sincere and that she would like for me to pretend that she was the actress so I could receive the returned affection I deserved. "Are you sure?" I asked. Have you ever been with another women before?" The women shook her head negatively but I kissed her anyway. We began kissing for what seemed like an eternity. Our lips cushioned and cradled one another’s as we pushed our tongues deep into each other’s mouths. The kisses were deep and affectionate. We couldn't get enough of each other. I remover the women's clothes and she helped me slide out from my own. We remained on the floor as we both licked each other’s wet orifices. I pushed my face deeper into her pussy as she squirmed to rub her clit on my nose. She used her fingers inside me and I moaned in shock of how good it felt. This woman knew what I wanted. She increased pressure and slid a third finger into my soaking hole. We rolled over the carpet together until we met face to face. Our breasts pushed firmly together and we began rotating our pelvis' to receive the extreme jolts of pleasure from our naked bodies. Our affair went on through the night. I fell asleep with a beautiful woman next to me, but when I awoke the next morning all I had was a pile of letters. I removed a red elastic band from around them and read through the stack. The first letter brought tears to my eyes, the second made me laugh, the third letter made me smile, and the fourth made me realize that these weren't the copies I had shown lasts night's partner. They were the originals I had written to Lilly Grey herself.
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