“I can get anything I want? That’s crazy.”The elderly man smiled. “You’d be crazy to believe if not true. You’d be crazy to not believe if...true.““And I can have as many wishes as I want? No restrictions?”“There are no restrictions on what you might wish for. There are restrictions on what I will provide.”Mark mulled things over. The old man had popped into his dorm room, without warning, appearing out of thin air. It was noon on a Tuesday. He hadn’t smoked weed since the weekend, so he wasn’t. At the same time, we had no qualms about reminiscing out loud about Sandra the person, whose unfailingly sunny disposition had been such a light in our lives. They couldn't hold that against us! We shared a few memories, some of which brought about sadness, and a couple of which induced wistful laughter.Maybe it was the medication, or maybe it was the fact that I was exhausted, but I ended up drifting off to sleep during a pause in the conversation.A very vivid dream followed, one featuring. Carlton said 'don't look so surprised, we aren't going to hurt you, we're going to have some fun. Right Lucas,' 'What ever you say Carlton,' answered Lucas. We drove to the warehouse district near some derelict buildings, Lucas drove right into one and shut off the car. Carlton got out 'alright, blue jean thief, get your thieving ass out.' I looked at Carlton as I slid out of the car. Carlton pushed me towards the near side of the building, there was some offices located on that side and. Pam, lost in a world of pleasure, continued to suck deeply on her mother's creamy cunt. She darted her tongue deep, swirled it through the, gooey juices. Her fingers explored the crack of her mother's ass finding the cunt hole. Frenzied by what she was doing, she plunged a finger into the tight crack. Muscles closed around her invading finger."Oh, baby," Marsha gasped. She rolled her hips, savoring her daughter's exploring tongue and invading finger. "Oooo, you're making me crazy!"Pam was.