For full enjoyment, please read The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-48. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so rea...l 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, As some of you may know, I am not exactly what you would call a shopping enthusiast. In fact, I pretty much hate shopping. I. We both got up and went to the door. I opened it and peeked out to make sure no kids were present. The coast was clear so we made our way, giggling, naked as jaybirds, out to the side door that opens into the carport where the garbage cans are. I opened the door and peeked out to be sure no one was out there. Heather stood behind me, her hands on my arms, her firm, perky breasts burning holes in my shoulder blades, her flat belly warming my back, her hips and groin setting fire to my ass,. She was fifty-two years old. She had kept the country safe through all kinds of threats, both publicly disclosed and undisclosed, for over three years.Today, Ms. Peterson was enjoying the long weekend at her Northern Virginia home, with family. She'd just make a short trip into the internet to check her mail, before brunch. There were thirty-seven routine messages, which could wait until tomorrow. There was one that would not wait, it immediately caught her attention:To: S.PetersonFrom: Flash. I got behind her and this time I was able to slide my dick between her ass cheeks and my orgasm had subsided to the point where I could fuck her ass alternating between long slow strokes and hard fast ones. “Fuck I love the feeling of your ass so much. If you were mine I would do this to you every day after I fucked your pussy to multiple orgasms.”As I continued fucking her ass she said, “That sounds so good. I can’t imagine what that would be like.”“I’m an expert at using my cock to get.