For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-34”. In fact, we barely even had time to set up the tents before it got dark. “FUUCCCKKKK!!!!” I soon shrieked blissfully as I felt myself climax. “Nothing,” I lied as pulled my finger from her poon. Terrified, I froze, my finger still inside her. I knew it was risky, but I could not keep from reaching down and cautiously slipping my hand into her panties. It is just the concept of sleeping outside that makes me queasy. Less than a minute later, I was sneaking back into the tent with an empty bladder and a smile plastered across my lips. Sure enough, reality quickly faded, giving way to an identical fantasy world. Reaching out, I grabbed hold of my friend’s tank-top and carefully pulled it up, revealing her boobs. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-34”. Of course, my first instinct was to politely refuse. When I reached my bed, I could not help but sigh as I realized my friend had rolled onto her back, thus making spooning impossible.
