For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-101”.***Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel s... real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… 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…I have never really been a fan of museums. My parents took me to a few when I was younger, but I was for the most part bored out of my mind.. Before I knew it we were both half dressed lying on the bed kissing like a couple of teenagers. He breaks the kiss and looks at me lovingly while touching my face. I realize just how much I love him and just how much I miss him and I need to show him desperately. I glide down his body taking his boxers off with my teeth. I look at his 7 ¾ inch manhood (yeah I measured) standing at full attention. It looked so beautiful and suffering for my lips. I took it in my hand and watched the pre-cum ooze. When clean, she tucked him back in my trousers and did the belt and zipper back up. As I went to pick up my stuff for work, I saw Brad moving in for sloppy seconds. I couldn’t blame him, he is, after all, a chip off the old block.I finally managed to escape the clutches of my willing and keen females and headed off to work. Given the warning I’d given to Carol, I certainly didn’t want to be late. I popped into the Kwik Shoppe for my coffee. For some reason, the machine wouldn’t dispense my. There would never be any hesitation if that was the case.”“If that works then think of it as mine. If I hadn’t pulled away from her it could have been mine. Whatever works, Ron, whatever works, mate. Don’t let her go after all these years.”“I won’t, don’t worry. Dinner must be served by now.”When we arrived home dinner was ready. Ron and I didn’t broach the subject again. But when Ron went to the toilet I asked Ronnie to meet me the next day at the local coffee shop. She smiled, kissed me and.