I dodged.“That’s really two different questions,” and Marybeth grunted. I continued. “No, really, Sue asked if she fulfills my fantasies, and ...f course, the answer is yes.” I turned to her. “Of course you do.” We kissed.“Good answer,” she whispered.“But Marybeth asked, does Sue fulfill ALL of my fantasies.” Cheers from Mike. Fake horrified look from Sue, and a sly smirk from Marybeth. “So,” Marybeth prodded, “what fantasies do you have that she doesn’t fulfill?”I laughed, expecting that. The last guest to leave was my baby sister. She wished me luck, stole one final look at my Victor, then she was gone, and we were alone.I closed the living room door, leaned my forehead against the carved wood and sighed. Such a day. Such a wonderful, wonderful day, and my life was about to begin with the man I never thought I would meet. One who could love me and all my boney angles and razor-sharp cheekbones. I was so happy. When I turned around, Victor was staring at me with hungry eyes.. She looks to be in her late thirties, possibly in her early forties. Some men may have said she's plain. He sees a pleasant looking woman. She has a presence and quiet dignity about her he admires. As she walks into the coffee shop, a sudden blast of the cold air conditioning hits her. Her nipples suddenly tighten from the cold air and press against her blouse. She walks up to the counter and places her order. While waiting for the order, she stood there straightening out her blouse and skirt.. She has a figure of 34-30-36. Ever since adolescence I used to fantasise about her. She is drop dead gorgeous and resembles Poonam Dhillon. She has silky smooth hair cut and trimmed stylishly in layers.She has a milky complexion and beautiful pink lips, with the lower one a bit fuller. Many men lust for her as I have seen it in their eyes. My dad’s friends, my teachers, neighbours, shopkeepers and everyone she met used to flirt with her and charm her. Even my school friends confessed when we.