Since her divorce, she had spent a lot of time alone, although she did have the occasional date and acquaintance to bring home with her. The kids were...grown and gone and she found it increasingly harder to go to the bars, not wanting to feel desperate, but at the same time, not wanting to be alone. The power went out, 'Oh great,' she thought and decided to dress and go to the bar, she could see across the lake that their power was still on. Not figuring on getting picked up on such a stormy. But that'snot important now." But just thinking of his wife's cute little moleon her even cuter little ass always made him smile. "I don't knowwhy or how it happens, but I always remember things perfectly aftera reality flux. For some reason, they never seem to affect me.Regardless of whatever happens to anyone else, I always remain me -Jack Dawson." And you said you also remember your two children?" Yup," replied the man, "I remember them perfectly too." Then I guess you couldn't possibly. 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 Fantasies: Week 1-63. *** 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, The beautiful young cop was. ”Both came over to me, one grabbed my head and the other pinched my nose shut. I fought and tried to pull away, but was too weak and finally had to open my mouth to breath and it was immediately filled with Fat BC’s piss. I gagged and choked and spit it out. That was the last thing I remember for some time. When I awoke on the floor, my jaw hurt and I was covered in piss from at least the three of them and I was lying on the nasty floor. The two boys, probably about 14 years old, had the two.