‘What do you want, Barbie? What is this ‘life and death’ crap about?’ ‘Brad, please… I don’t care if you’re still mad at me, but you h...ve to listen to me about this! Don’t fly today! I had a dream last night that you were caught in a storm and your plane crashed because it was struck by lightning! So please… just don’t fly today!’ He frowned as he listened to her and then shook his head as he spoke. ‘Barbie… that is ridiculous! I’ve already checked the weather forecasts between here and home. Or lack thereof," she said leaning slightly forward. Then a moment later in a voice just barely a whisper she added: "I haven't been fucked in months now." I was staring right in those dark eyes now as she was now within inches of me and for a fleeting moment I thought that she was going to kiss me. "I'm sorry to hear that," I responded once my swoon ceased and now I wanted to kiss her on those wide soft lips. She was so petite. "Fancy a quick shag," she said a moment later. I waited for. It was time to turn her around. I was building up an erection, and she seemed to like the reaction that she had on my body. She now laid on her back, while I still stood at the top of the table. I started first with a short face massage, and soon moved to her neck, shoulders and arms, going in long strokes down to her fingers, back up, then along the side of her torso to her hips and back up. Slowly I moved to her torso in equally long strokes, carefully going between her heavy breasts, down. " He whispered to himself. Turing from the kitchen he headed up the stairs towards the bedrooms. As he passed by Lisa's room he heard her moving about. "Hey, Lisa what's going on?" he called through the closed door."Oh, Bart, I was wondering when you would get home," Lisa said. Her hair was bobbed unlike the point she wre on the show and she was wearing a tight fitting t-shirt and tight shorts and a baseball cap. "I've been wanting to talk to you all day. I've been playing my sax, so sit next.