I'll treat."Then I remembered I hadn't paid her for the tickets."Oh, Helen, that reminds me."I opened my pocket book and took out my wallet. I handed ...er a ten dollarbill."You're paying for the ice cream in advance?" No, silly, for the tickets. You bought them for us." Oh, right."She took the ten dollars and put it in her pocket book."Ginny, how about if the girls come back to our house for milk andcookies instead of ice cream. They can play for a little while. Wouldthat be okay?"I wasn't. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything 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 1-67. *** 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,. Will that be okay? Only ... I won’t go if you’ll miss me too much. I; well I wouldn’t want to mess ‘us’ up”Max interjected “Remember? That’s where this story changes. You implied that you’d miss her too much, that she was too important to you. And when you’d sown the doubts, you suggested that maybe exposing her body in underwear shots would mark her out for low quality shoots, maybe she should keep herself for the real success of haute couteur – is that what it’s called? Don’t get a lot of. I slipped out of bed, being careful not to wake my lover, he was going to need all the rest he could get. I tip toed to the bathroom for a quick shower and fresh make up. After slipping on my new leather g-string and bra, I wrapped myself in my short silk robe and went to prepare breakfast for my man. Rob found me in the kitchen just as I was scrambling the eggs. He hadn’t bothered to dress and my breath caught at the sight of his powerful nude body walking toward me with that thick cock and.