She used long strokes with her right hand on my shaft. She licked the tip. I placed my hand on her curly blonde hair. She looked up with her eyes at m.... I smiled as I began to fuck her mouth. I could feel her breast rub against my thighs. I wrapped her hair around my hand, as I fucked her face. She gagged a few times but finally got used to the size. She could only get a few inches inside her mouth. I pulled out my cock and ran my balls in her mouth. She got the left, then the right one in her. There was one girl in particular named Karen that I got to know real well. One day I was walking on campus and out of nowhere this girl was walking in front of me. She was about 5’3” and nice and thick. She had on some of those itty bitty, orange, cotton shorts that barely covered her plump round ass and across her but cheeks was the word hottie. The orange shorts went well with her dark tan, and don’t get me wrong when I say she was thick I don’t mean fat by any means. She just wasn’t. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-100”.***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… 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…If you read my last fantasy, then you know I recently joined a gym and started working out more seriously. As most people in training, I take. . except one." He died before he could ever stop to enjoy the fruits of his conquests, to relish the role of empire builder and legend. To sit on the throne of his father and know that he had conquered parts of three continents, and to make plans anew to conquer more. In that way, my dreams of his destiny were dashed when I realized that the power of his ring could not save his life." Then, he called me into his tent, just moments before his death. And, putting the ring in my hands, he told me.