Authors Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read The Barbie Lez Fa...ntasies: Week 1-79. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do&hellip, because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now&hellip, It had been a little over a. I wonder if she's wearing panties and if so what color they are. I wonder what her evening plans are. Curling up on the couch with a paperback romance? Or perhaps going out with her girlfriends to the coffee shop down the street?You probably wonder how I get my work done while thoughts of Lily battle my mind for control. The truth of the matter is I'm a very skilled mechanic and I can pretty much work with my eyes closed. When I was growing up, my dad would no sooner take a car to a garage to. “Do you know what a boudoir is? If you do please tell me, because I’ve spent all afternoon looking at photos and websites and I can’t find shit that’s the genuine thing. Victorian? Edwardian? Do you know what is a boudoir? I’ll tell you. It’s some kind of old embroidery drape in the background, and some girl in the foreground who may or may not be showing tits, fanny, or any combination of the three. Two. Whatever. And what’s worse–”“Would be forgetting to breathe,” I ‘hinted’ as Lia geared up. She shook her head, still not fully able tobelieve how easy it was to rule him."I know what you want," she said wearily. "Go on. Kiss my feet. Hopeyou don't mind that they're kind of sweaty."He didn't mind at all. Alvin was intoxicated by the natural scentbetween her toes. He pressed his lips to her unwashed feet and inhaleddeeply. His head swam. Not hurrying, afraid that she might withdrawthis treat, he kissed gently and only after two minutes of that dared toslip his tongue between her.