Some people have all the fun, I thought. That night I dreamed the same dream I’d had for years…that I was walking through a thick, shadowy forest,...searching for something. I wasn’t sure what it was that I was looking for, but I knew that it was waiting for me and me alone. It had been a long search, I couldn’t remember when I’d lost the thing, or if I’d ever had it, but I knew that I couldn’t go on anymore without it. I called out desperately in the darkness, sure that there was something. Samantha smiled and asked them what they thought about Pat’s thick cock, which caught them both off guard as they were not expecting Sam to discuss Pat’s cock with them. But after some more encouragement they both said it looked nice and they were surprised at how long it was, like a medium-thick cigar as it hung from his groin.“Yes,” they responded to Sam’s question asking if they would like to touch it and stroke it. They both agreed that they had wondered what it would feel like to hold and. It was getting a little late in the evening and from my location on the darkening patio, I saw Joan and Tom in the kitchen at the sink, and I was close enough to hear their conversation. Joan placed both hands in the water and started scrubbing a pan, and Tom moved up behind her as if to help.I heard him say, “May I help you with those pans, sweet lady?”With that he moved up behind Joan and reached around her, putting his hands in the water with hers. He was standing very close to her, and even. She stopped and looked in my direction. She started to walk towards me. Shit! I don't know what to say!She approaches me. "Hi how are you? You must be Luke. Your mom has told me so much about you." She extended her hand and I shook it. "Nice to meet you ma'am." She introduced herself to me as Violet Taylor. I offered her to come inside for a glass of lemonade, which she gladly accepted. We talked for about half an hour. I told her about school for me and that I'm on break planning to head out.