I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if every...hing is not perfect. I am only human after all. 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 1-33. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually. The students were laughing and enjoying Rocket Pops and Push-ups as they roamed from class to class, but they all carried stacks of sticks and leaves instead of books. Gradually, though, the festive atmosphere dissipated. The hallway became uncomfortably warm, and the students' icy treats began melting in their hands. The ice cream truck's mirthful song turned dissonant and out of tune. One by one the students dropped their sweets as grins and giggles turned to wide-eyed masks of fear. Some. I had never felt this before this wanting for it to go on and on and the cummiinnngggg never seemed to stop, it kept returning and returning until I felt him shooting his load of hot juices deep inside my womb behind my cervix and I felt like I wanted him to impregnate me. Then as he held me tight and I felt his cock pulsing inside me as he came and I began to calm down a little. The spasms in my body eased off and I felt so tired and so satisfied. I felt his legs around my body as they eased. Walking into the girls changing room you first squeeze past a clothing rack of parkas, Marcus decided to go to Iceland in the middle of the winter because he thought it might be emptier but so far it's been just as packed as it would be every other time of the year, squeezing past the jackets you move down to find a free locker, walking all the way down to the end you find one, you start taking off your boots and put them in the bottom of the locker, nest comes your green parka, and then you.