They were round. They were soft. They looked like two bowling balls stuffed into a couple of sacks, but they felt like velvet pillows. ‘You like?’...she purred. ‘Oh my God,’ he moaned, ‘Oh my fucking God!’ She reached down to his crotch and rubbed his hard cock through his trouser. He sighed and thrust his hips against her hand. ‘Lock the door, baby,’ Olivia whispered, ‘We don’t want to be interrupted.’ As much as Bill hated to let go of her tits he got up and stumbled to the door. He kept. I flipped the monitor off and Melinda and I retreated into our bedroom to freshen up. Yesmine went to the guest room. She joined us a few minutes later, having brushed her teeth and let her hair down. Her long tresses fell over her shoulders, highlighting her exotic beauty.Melinda lit a couple of candles and set them on the nightstand next to the bed. We all shed our robes and climbed into the big bed. Both Melinda and I took a second to ogle Mimi's voluptuous body.Yesmine lay between Melinda. Authors Note 2: Although this 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, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now&hellip, It was Sunday. Like the. Клавдия – так звали мамину маму, т.е. бабушку Клавы, в ее честь мама и назвала свою дочь. И ей, маме, была очень дорога память о покойной матери, поэтому она и слышать не хотела о смене имени дочери.И это обидное «Клава-шалава» наложило сильный отпечаток на жизнь девочки, на ее характер. Она выросла замкнутой, необщительной, озлобленной, подавленной. И хоть от природы она была девушкой довольно-таки симпатичной, но ее вечно хмурое выражение лица, затравленный взгляд, манера одеваться очень.