It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Authors Note 2: Although th...is fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of 8 series. For full enjoyment, please read The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-71. *** 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,. Now he was lying beside her and she held him close and he felt his skin getting warmer and warmer until his white t-shit and shorts started to melt, he knew this was impossible but somehow it felt as if he had no chose but to keep going. She got up and knelt by his feet and looked into his eyes, he saw her eye colour change to a greenish look and she grasp his shaft with her little hands and began jerking it up and down slowly she then lowered her head down to his cock which was now 6 inches. I spin us around in slow circles as I hum a gentle tune, only just loud enough for you to hear. We still haven’t shared our second kiss. We both know it will come, tempting each other by moving in and then pulling back. It is a dance, exotic enough to be the tango, it makes my blood boil. ‘How about that drink?’ I ask you softly. Not waiting for an answer, I walk up the steps and onto the decking next to the pool. The champagne is still lying on the ground, around it the ice is slowly melting. So let’s just cut the bullshit and go somewhere to fuck. You’re not interested in my life and I’m not looking. My career comes first and you’re married.”“Married?”“Yeah, married,” she nods. “I can see the tan line on your ring ringer. You remove it to pick up chicks.”“You’re insightful,” he murmurs. “My name is Hank.”“Vanessa.” Her lipstick is fresh and shiny, and she has a gorgeous mouth. Her lips are full and a bit pouty. With the exception of the lipstick she doesn’t have on any makeup. She.