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'No,' I thought to myself. 'That’s not what I just saw.'

You know that feeling when you think you saw something, but you really didn’t?

That’s what I thought for a split second. Let me explain…

Although I have a large yard for Ranger, my golden retriever, to play in, he still enjoys a walk around the block every evening around dusk. Ranger is more “retriever” and less “golden,” but is a happy, well-behaved guy about eighteen months old.

It was last Wednesday when Ranger and I were out for our walk. (I need the walk too.) He’s usually so relaxed that I don’t need to grip the leash tightly, though I do keep it looped around my forearm.

As we walked along the sidewalk, he suddenly saw something. I don’t know what, but he was off into a neighbor’s side yard in an instant. The leash slipped down my wrist and off my hand in a flash. Perhaps it was a squirrel, but I took off after him.

It wasn’t the first time this has happened, but he never runs far, and he always returns when I call him. As I chased him into the space between the houses, I didn’t call to him for fear of alarming the neighbors. Ranger had stopped and was just snooping around the shrubbery when I reached him and took the leash. That’s when I saw what I thought I saw. Or did I?

The blinds on the side windows of the house were closed, but the space between the edge of the blinds and the window frame was wide enough for me to get an accidental, unintended glimpse of something inside. And it was indeed a glimpse. At first.

Sitting in a recliner facing away from the window was a naked middle-aged man gripping his erect penis.

And that quick, half-second glimpse is what caught me. I already had Ranger under control and had taken a step back toward the street, but I stopped after one step. I actually froze in place. Had I seen what my mind processed? No, it wasn’t possible.

Before I walked back to the street, I made the decision to take another look. Just a quick peek to make certain I was mistaken.

I know. It sounds creepy thinking of a woman my age peeking into a neighbor’s window. But I just had to satisfy my curiosity and get back to my evening walk with Ranger. So, against my (usually) better judgment, I took one step back to the place I’d caught Ranger. And I took another look. Guilty! Arrest me now for this.

But what I saw confirmed my initial glance. There was indeed a man with his back to the window. Masturbating. His cock was hard and long and beautiful. He was gently stroking it and massaging it with both hands. I was instantly captivated by this scene, and I knew I needed to get out of his property and back to my walk.

But I froze. And watched. I couldn’t take my eyes off this scene. I knew I must. I know I only watched for fifteen seconds, but I could have watched much longer. In those fifteen seconds, I felt myself grow damp between my legs, and my heart rate must have doubled. The sight of this man tugging on his dick took over my entire mind and body. Oh, how I wish I could have stayed. And gotten nearer for a better view.

What had I suddenly become? Some sort of crazed, perverted voyeur? Of course not! I’m an upstanding citizen. I took Ranger and completed our evening walk.

And I stayed moist. I couldn’t shake it. The scene I had witnessed was not fading, no matter how I attempted to redirect my thoughts. The itch between my legs only grew stronger. As I reached home and turned Ranger loose in the back yard, I had one, and only one, thing on my mind. The intensity had grown so strong that I hurried into the house and into the bedroom where I quickly removed my shorts and panties.

The urge was so strong I didn’t even take my top off. I was rubbing myself before I even lay down on the bed. When I did reach the bed, my pussy was fully inflamed in heat and was the only part of my body I was aware of. The only thing in my mind’s eye was the scene I’d witnessed half an hour earlier. I simply could not get this unknown man’s cock out of my head. I probably looked like some sort of maniac, the way I was squirming and playing with my genitals. Sure – like everyone, I enjoy slow, deliberate masturbation sessions – but not this night. I reached my first climax in less than two minutes.

Instead of feeling a sense of relief, however, the first one only increased my energy and my need for more. I lay back and paused briefly before diving back in and exploring my super-sensitive regions. My clitoris was engorged and begging for more attention as I circled and pressed it the way it likes best. As I rubbed myself, I used fingers on my other hand to slip inside and bring forth the soothing moisture that keeps me slippery.

The more I pressed my clitoris, and the more I slid my fingers in and out, the larger this anonymous dick became in my imagination. Honestly, by the time I reached another orgasm, his cock had become a foot long and as thick as my wrist. As my third and fourth orgasms gripped me, I began to ask myself why the sight of this man masturbating had such an effect on me.

Finally, I relaxed, got up and finished some household chores and eventually went to bed.

You’ve already guessed what was on my mind as I drifted off. And you know what my fingers were touching as I did so.

The next morning was bright and sunny, and I more or less put the previous night’s thoughts out of my mind. Well, I tried to. And I was partially successful. I only thought of it every ten minutes or so.

As I did some gardening in my front yard, Judy, my next-door neighbor, walked out to her mailbox to get the daily advertisements for replacement windows and dental services. We said our hellos to one another and waved, as is usual for us. Judy mentioned that the sky was a deeper blue than she’d seen this year, and that she was going to soak up some rays on her private patio. Judy invited me to join her if I wished, but I said I had too many other things on my agenda for the afternoon.

Judy often tans nude on her patio, and she’s invited me to join her on several occasions. She has told me she sunbathes nude and that I needn’t feel compelled to do the same if I wanted to join her sometime. She doesn’t know I’ve tanned and swam nude on several occasions, since I’ve chosen not to advertise that in our rather uptight community.

There had been some tall, overgrown shrubs between our houses that were becoming too large and out of control, so Rob, Judy’s husband, trimmed them a few weeks ago. The houses are rather close to one another, and the shrubs have always provided privacy for their patio. After finishing my weed-pulling out front, and grabbing some lunch, I went up to the bedroom to put away some laundry. That’s when I glanced out the window at the beautiful sky and looked over toward Judy’s and Rob’s house.

There on the patio was Judy lying on her chaise completely nude, reading a book. Judy’s an avid reader, so we occasionally commiserate on books we’ve been reading. As I mentioned, I knew she sunned au naturel from time to time, though this was the first time I’d seen her from my house. I made another trip to the laundry room and was putting away more clothes and decided to take another look toward Rob’s and Judy’s back yard.

To my total shock, Judy didn’t appear as she had just ten minutes prior. She was still reading her book – which she was holding with her left hand – but she was touching herself with her free right hand! Down there! This wasn’t at all like the night before. I didn’t take a quick glance and turn away: I stopped right there and stared! Judy was gently and slowly tracing her slit, spreading her lips, and pressing her clitoris each time she reached it.

Her legs were spread wide and one leg was resting on the arm of the chaise. I watched the expression on her face for a moment and saw her mouth change as she pressed more firmly against her clit. Occasionally she’d take her hand off her pussy and cup the underside of one of her breasts, then return to her genital area for more.

I’m sure I was more curious than anything as I watched Judy pleasure herself. I’m a confident straight woman, but seeing Judy was so very erotic that I felt the same urge I’d had the night before when I stumbled into the stranger’s side yard. I was mesmerized at Judy’s blatant, beautiful, masturbation on her patio. There was no escaping the feeling. I had no choice but to strip and join Judy, albeit at some distance.

Once I had my clothes off, I just stood looking out my window, touching myself with both hands. I began to mimic Judy’s moves, attempting to produce the same sensations she was feeling. I had never watched another woman masturbate while I did the same – and this was indescribably wonderful. Judy was taking her time at this and was obviously enjoying it. I was too!

After a while, she put the book down and began working herself more fervently. With both hands, Judy alternately plunged a finger into her vagina and pulled it out, lubricating her labia into a glistening shine while squeezing a breast with her other hand. As I watched, I couldn’t stop doing the same thing to myself.

When Judy’s hips began to rise and fall, I knew it was almost time. She seemed to lose control when her fingers were dancing wildly all over her pussy. And just when she reached her orgasm her entire body convulsed, tensing all over and relaxing. Her orgasm was so strong that she went through three or four of these intense, full-body-gripping seizures. When she relaxed, her face was so calm and serene. I recognized the familiar aftershocks as her body jolted uncontrollably for a minute or so.

I stood there hardly believing what I’d just witnessed. Only my hands hadn’t stopped just yet. I was so intent on seeing Judy cum that I hadn’t taken care of myself completely. My own orgasm was a minute or so after Judy relaxed, but it was amazing. I exploded with energy and was glad the windows were closed, preventing Judy from hearing my sound effects.

But then she started again! Seriously! Judy wasn’t finished. She picked her book up again, turned the page, and started reading more. And just as before, her hand found her pussy and began exploring. It was only about thirty seconds before she hit another climax – and soon after, there was another. And another! Judy was one of the lucky, multi-orgasmic type women.

Watching her masturbate was so erotic that I again had an image in my mind that wouldn’t go away. She got up and went inside after a few more minutes, and I put my clothes back on and finished my afternoon chores. But the vision of my next-door neighbor masturbating in the sunshine wouldn’t fade.

That evening, Ranger and I took our usual walk, passing by the house where I saw what I saw, and continuing through our usual route. As we passed his house, you can quickly guess what I began to see and feel. Yes, I “saw” him again. But this time, I “saw” Judy as well. My mind kept flashing scenes of both of them enjoying themselves intimately.

These “visions” became so overpowering that I once again couldn’t resist my own urges after I was back inside the house. Just as the night before, I stripped and settled down for some serious masturbation. But tonight I wasn’t in quite the hurry as last, so I took my time. I tried replaying what I’d seen Judy doing outside. I had watched her so closely; not wanting to miss any technique that might work for me. In addition, the very thought of masturbating outdoors in the sunshine – in broad daylight – was driving me wild. I know I spent the better part of an hour fantasizing about outdoor masturbation while thinking about my unknown neighbor’s big dick and Judy’s afternoon performance.

I doubt I’ve ever tested this theory. I’ve heard it off and on for years, though. But I began to wonder if it could be possible to think of something so much that it could somehow eventually occur. No, it’s not possible. Or is it?

This morning I was out weeding my garden (again) and I noticed Judy sweeping her patio. She called out to me, saying “Hi,” and I walked over to the hedgerow to chat for a minute. She mentioned that Rob had converted their hot tub to a “cool tub” for summer use. They installed the hot tub during the winter and had invited me to hop in anytime I wanted. I never seemed to get around to taking them up on their offer during the winter, and I’d never actually heard of anyone converting their jacuzzi for summer use. Judy said she’d read about it in a magazine and learned it was popular in warm climates when people wanted to cool down but didn’t own a pool. Rob had balanced the chemicals and adjusted the temperature so it was still somewhat warm, but very comfortable for summer soaking.

After telling me this, she all but insisted that I come to join her and Rob for a snack and a refreshing drink and a soak later in the afternoon. She knows I’ve been bored with all the restrictions on usual activities, and could really use some conversation with others to help with all the stress we’ve been dealing with. I figured I may as well take her up on the offer. With temps around 90, a refreshing splash would be nice.

To my utter horror, my swimsuit – which I hadn’t worn since last summer – was all stretched out and coming apart after sitting in the drawer all winter. To top that, I’d lost seven or eight pounds since last year and the horrid swimsuit was hanging all baggy off my bottom. It went into the trash as I dialed Judy’s number to let her know I wouldn’t be joining her and Rob. Judy laughed out loud and reminded me that she and Rob didn’t mess with swimsuits, and their guests weren’t required to do so either.

She also reminded me that it was perfectly safe to come over and hop in the tub nude. She also said that I could hang around outside the tub with my clothes on if that was more comfortable. She stressed there was no pressure at all, and that no creepy people would be around to spoil the afternoon if I decided to strip and hop in with them.

I didn’t want to sound too gung-ho about this, so I spoke as if I were a bit reluctant – but I actually was glad to hear her encourage me to go on and join them without a suit.

I know I should have asked who else Judy had invited, but for some reason I didn’t. I guessed I’d find out soon enough.

Decked out in my shorts, a button-up cotton top, and flip-flops, I walked next door around 4:30 as planned. I’ll admit to having a few butterflies, but I was ready for a new adventure. Little did I know.

Judy and Rob were both dressed casually. Judy was setting out some snacks on the patio table as Rob welcomed me to their backyard oasis. He offered me my choice of water, soda, or wine, and then showed me the “cool tub” they’d installed (as a hot tub) in early winter. He and Judy and I chatted for a few minutes about neighborhood gossip. Rob’s phone rang and he took the call, then returned and mentioned their other guest was going to be delayed a while. I snacked on cheese and some delicious pecans.

The afternoon was hot - even in the shade - so I rather boldly asked, “When can I try out the 'cool tub?'”

Judy told me she didn’t want to be pushy and was more or less waiting for me to suggest it. She said, “Right now is just perfect.” She said I could go inside and undress if I wished, or I could undress outside since it was a private space. She went on to say she and Rob take their clothes off right out by the tub to avoid having to walk back and forth.

I looked at Judy, then over at Rob, and, said, “When in Rome.”

Judy nodded and began removing her top. I surprised myself by my lack of hesitancy. I followed Judy and had my top off in about ten seconds. We both removed the rest of our clothes and hopped into the tub.

The swirling water felt good against my skin, and the temperature was perfect. I would have been chilled if it were cooler, but this was just right for a hot summer day. The tub was larger than a standard home-sized unit, but not nearly as large as the commercial models at hotels or spas. Having been nude around others several times in the past, this wasn’t a shock to me, though it isn’t something I do every day. Judy and I sat and talked about various topics, and after a few minutes, Rob came and joined us.

I’m like every other woman, so I didn’t pretend to avert my eyes as Rob climbed in nude. I always check out men, and this was no different. Rob does look pretty nice naked, so it was only natural to take a peek. He was in good condition and could see his dick if he looked down. Call me shallow: If a guy can’t look down and see his cock (without a mirror), I won’t look below his waist.

Rob had been in the tub with us about five minutes when we heard a male voice at the gate. Our additional guest had arrived, so Rob hopped out to go and let him in. I heard the guys talking, and as I turned to say hello I almost screamed in shock. It was the man I had seen masturbating in his house the other night! I’d never met him, but I recognized his face instantly. I sunk down a bit lower in the cool tub as Judy got out to welcome him and offer him a snack.

Judy and Rob walked over to the tub with this unknown man and introduced him as Barry. “Hmrhp, um well, hello, um, Barry,” was all I could muster on my first attempt at talking to him. I know my shock was obvious, though no one knew why I was flabbergasted.

I composed myself and became more conversational as Rob explained Barry was a new neighbor living just a few houses down the street. It was slightly awkward with me in the cool tub and Judy and Rob nude, standing there talking with Barry. I concluded this wasn’t the first time they had been nude with Barry, though I didn’t ask questions.

You can understand my second wave of shock when Rob told Barry to go ahead and get out of his clothes to join us in the cool water. I was calm and collected earlier when Rob stripped, but now I didn’t know how to keep from looking or acting like a blubbering fool when Barry approached and asked if there was room for him. Of course, there was room in this six-person tub – but I didn’t have time to organize my thoughts and come up with a reasonable response.

There he was – the naked man I had watched stroking his penis as if he were polishing a fine piece of furniture. And he was naked, directly in front of me. My attempt at eye contact was certainly comical to anyone watching. All I could do was make a quick smile and look at his face and then home in on his cock (which of course wasn’t erect).

I finally turned away and thought of something to say to Judy, who was bringing out a few more snacks. Barry and Rob joined me in the tub and we actually carried on a coherent conversation as my heart palpitations subsided. Rob explained that he and Barry used to work for the same company and had been friends for years.

Barry had dated Judy’s sister for a while when they lived in another city, and it wasn’t unusual for Barry to hang out with them without the benefit of clothing. I relaxed more and enjoyed the conversation as it turned to a variety of topics. I sat up just a bit higher as we chatted, allowing my breasts to be exposed at the waterline. This caused both men to give me just a little more attention. It felt so fun sitting in the cool tub nude with a couple of nice men. Judy returned and joined us, giving me a big “wink” when she saw the guys looking at me so intently. But she has no idea what keeps flashing before my eyes when I look at Barry.

Judy had brought out some fresh fruit and some cookies and suggested we take a break from the cool tub and have a snack. With the weather so warm, none of us needed to wrap in towels as we sat in the patio chairs and talked. It was safe and pleasant sitting and talking while nude with nice people. The conversation turned to the stress and craziness we’d all experienced during the shutdown, and each of us talked about how our jobs or other aspects of our lives had been affected.

Now before I go further, I should tell you something about Judy. Judy says what she thinks when she thinks and then decides whether she should have said it. She will often blurt out her opinion or her response to a situation and shock people. I love her and am happy to deal with this quirk. Rob loves it too, though he often helps her backtrack on something that perhaps should have been spoken in a more measured fashion. But that’s Judy. She thinks it, she says it! Which leads us to the next part of our conversation.

As we talked, we shared stories from friends and family members; and we shared our opinions. We discussed the extra stress all the unknowns (and the shifting explanations) caused people. Judy said she’d read about something that was said to help a lot with stress. When asked what it was, she simply said, “Masturbation.”

I said nothing, but Rob asked where she’d read it. Judy said she’d seen it on an online psychology magazine’s web page. To my surprise, Barry spoke up and said he’d seen the same article.

I felt a chill. What were these people talking about?

Rob spoke next. “Is it helpful with stress?”

Judy said, “Yes it is.”

All eyes turned to Barry, who smiled and offered, “I agree with Judy.”

Before Barry said anything else, Judy spoke up and said the article gave several reasons masturbation was good for stress relief and overall health. She mentioned how masturbation was said to elicit one of the strongest natural drugs produced by the endocrine and lymphatic systems. She also listed other points brought out in the magazine such as improved blood flow, a stronger heart, and the generally positive feelings produced by the arousal of the sex organs.

This is when Barry chimed in with, “The story also said it was equally beneficial for males and females and should be much more broadly encouraged. It certainly gives me a more positive outlook.”

This exchange was not a topic of the usual conversation among friends, but I found it fascinating. And then I looked at Rob, who was shifting around in his chair. Another look and I saw why: he was becoming visibly aroused.

Judy spoke next in her usual direct manner. “Rob, it looks as if you like the idea.”

Rob couldn’t hide his reaction. “Judy, you know how I’m affected when you masturbate. You know how sexy and beautiful it is, and how I can’t help but join in the fun. The very mention of the topic drives me nuts, even in the presence of other people.”

I was speechless. I glanced at Barry. He wasn’t showing any reaction to the conversation. I was feeling it, though. Looking at Barry was causing me to think of what I saw the other night through his window. And, truth be told, Judy’s words brought forth visions of her enjoying herself on the patio. We all froze for a moment. Time stood still.

And then Judy broke the silence. “Well, shall we?”

For a second those words were lost on me. And then I got it. She was suggesting we masturbate together right there in broad daylight. I said nothing.

Rob looked at Judy, then at Barry and me. “Fine by me, but we should ask our guests.”

I’m glad the others turned toward Barry next. “I’d enjoy that, but I’d never want to seem too forward or presumptuous with our new friend.”

'Oh no. That means I’ll have to talk.' I started to talk before I formed my thoughts, and then spat out, “I guess it’s OK. This is new to me. Is everyone sure it’s not too crazy?” As I said this, my heart raced and I felt an intense sensation between my legs. I think my pussy was liking the idea and signaling me.

The others all assured me it was safe and nothing creepy or hurtful would occur. Then Rob said I could decline if I wanted to.

Somewhat sheepishly, I said, “I really do think it would be OK, but I’ll be a little shy. It sounds exciting, actually.”

With that, Judy shifted in her chair and parted her legs for better access. It felt strange for a moment, seeing a woman open her legs only a few feet away from me. Barry and Rob both wasted no time taking their dicks in hand and beginning to massage their scrotums. I wanted to see all three of my friends at the same time, so I shifted my chair a bit to make that possible.

Within a few seconds, the men’s penises were thickening and extending. I did nothing. At first. Judy brought her hand down and gently grazed her labia. Seeing her do that caused me to lubricate so heavily I felt I was going to drip if I didn’t touch myself and moisten my genitals.

And that’s when the real fun began. Once I touched myself and allowed my arousal to increase, I was free. I know I looked more at Barry than anyone else, because I so wanted to see his erection as long and as hard as I had through his window. I figured out how to spread my legs wider and still be comfortable, and before long I was feeling quite sexy.

Judy looked as if she felt good too – and the guys were obviously feeling good as their dicks grew and grew. I mentioned to the others that I didn’t have this in mind when I walked over from my house this afternoon but was glad I’d chosen to accept Judy’s invitation. Here I was with my legs spread wide and my pussy feeling hotter and hotter, masturbating with my neighbors – one of whom I’d met for the first time today.

I moved my chair again so I could get a better view of Barry. I don’t think this bothered him, because he smiled at me when I did so. We were all enjoying ourselves and watching each other in what is usually not done in a group. I don’t know why, though: It seems so enjoyable for all. Barry and I locked eyes for a while as I became more aroused. His cock looked just as I’d seen it through the window, but I didn’t tell him that. With each stroke of his hands moving on his dick, I moved my fingers around on my clitoris. My clit is quite sensitive and responds rapidly to the slightest stimulation.

I never knew doing this would make me feel so free and uninhibited, and here I was doing it and loving it. Glancing over toward Judy and Rob, they too were watching each other’s hand movements on their genitalia. It was interesting seeing Judy’s pussy so much more closely than I was able to see from my window. She has nice-looking lips and was spreading them, causing her clit to be more prominent. I guess most women do that, as I do the same to make my feelings more intense. For a moment this seemed so surreal, as if I were living a dream or even living a fantasy. The men were fully aroused and having a good time with their dicks. Judy and I, likewise, were putting on fine shows and enjoying seeing the effect we had on the men.

As I became more lost in my thoughts, my hands seemed to move on their own. I adjusted the pressure and the speed of my fingers and began to feel the tenseness in my stomach that precedes an orgasm. My hips started to rise and fall as the sensations intensified. Finally, I exploded in ecstasy, jamming my pussy against my swirling fingertips as my orgasm seized me from head to toe. I held my hand against my pussy for a moment as the orgasm subsided, then I relaxed and looked around at the others.

They were all smiling and staring at me as they kept up their own pleasuring. This was such a total breakthrough for me! I thoroughly enjoyed having them watch me in orgasmic bliss. I was excited to think I had excited others.

As I slowly began another round of pussy pleasuring, the men sped up their movements. Their dicks were gorgeous in their thick, manly state. Judy looked over at Rob and asked, “You’re not going to waste that, are you?”

Rob replied, “Not if there’s another option.”

Judy grinned slyly, “There is.”

That was Rob’s cue. He got up, walked to Judy’s chair, and lifted her up and into his arms. Barry and I watched, not knowing what to expect. Rob carried Judy over to the large patio table and sat her down on the tabletop. He gently eased her back so she was lying flat on the table. Her legs were spread and her damp pussy looked so very inviting. Rob asked Judy, “Is this what you want?” as he gripped his cock.

Judy responded, “Of course!”

And then Rob touched the head of his dick to Judy’s pussy. He just barely grazed the edge of her lips. Judy shuddered as if she were chilled. Next, Rob moved his penis up and down her slit, pressing alternately against her engorged clit and then just barely into her sensitive opening. Again, he held back and she shuddered.

Seeing this drove me wild with desire and I worked my pussy in earnest. By now, Barry was grabbing his dick and pumping it like crazy. I wanted to keep watching Barry but I also wanted to see Rob and Judy.

After another minute with Rob teasing Judy’s pussy, Judy shouted, “Fuck me! Now!” She had clearly reached the point where her horniness had overtaken her and needed to be fucked lest she lose her mind. Rob’s cock was at just the right level for him to ram Judy as she lay on the table. And ram he did! It was just beautiful seeing this couple move to the next stage of their fun. Rob’s dick became moistened by Judy’s juices, and she looked wide-eyed and in total bliss as he slammed her to the hilt.

I am a very empathic person, and can easily place myself in another person’s place – and I must say that as Rob fucked his wife I almost felt as if I were being fucked at the same time. My vagina began to tighten as Rob fucked Judy – and my clitoris was engorged, feeling larger and hungrier than ever.

Barry was now pumping his dick in time with Rob’s thrusts into his wife. I could see that Barry wanted his dick to feel as if he were also fucking Judy. All four of us were, in a manner of speaking, fucking at the same time, although two of us were masturbating. Rob said something to Judy that I couldn’t hear, and then she said some incoherent words between her gasps of pleasure.

I heard Rob say, “Here we go!” And then he gave a guttural growl. The kind I like to hear when I’m getting it.

As Rob growled, I looked at Barry, whose eyes were focused on me. My body was beginning another orgasmic seizure. Barry threw his head back and yanked on his cock as thick streams of cream erupted from it. He splattered his chest and his stomach as a third and then a fourth blast came forth from his fabulous meat. My own orgasm occurred simultaneously. Watching Barry explode, I heard Judy let out a weak yelp as Rob finished up in her.

Afterward, as we talked, I told Judy I fully agreed with the article she mentioned earlier. She suggested we should all get together again soon. Around 7 pm I told the others I needed to get home. I told Barry it was nice meeting him. He said he hoped he’d be seeing more of me since we live nearby. I told him I agreed, as we have all summer ahead.

As I walked toward my house, I told Judy I wanted to get home and call my husband on the phone and tell him about the excitement I enjoyed today. He’d been out of town on business all week and won’t be back until tomorrow night, but this was something so outrageously exciting I had tell him right away.