I was quite surprised but he was like, 'Babes, I told you I’ve got a tattoo when we first met.' I just laughed and said it must be old age making me...forget. I lifted his t-shirt to look at the design and stroked the outline with my fingers. He let out a slight moan but I was not sure if I imagined it or not. I finished the last of my drink which left me with a nice buzz. Tipsy but not wasted. I got up and headed to the kitchen for some water. Grabbed a bottle, went back to his room to turn out. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. The day seemed to last forever. I kept stopping to listen to the conversations in my head. I wanted to answer them, but I knew that my coworkers would think I was nuts if I started talking to myself.I called in sick the next day and went to the police to report what happened. I don’t think they even wrote it down. The young officer who accompanied me to the door on the way out leaned close to me and said, “I talked them into not doing a 72-hour evaluation,. Soon my hand was coated with the clear fluid. I removed my hand and moved it towards my breast. I was excited with feeling of the warm slippery juices clinging to my fingers.Eagerly, I began to spread the slick lubricant over my nipples. My body reacted instantly. My pussy rushed to make more and my nipples sent shivers the length of my body every time my fingers touched them. Again and again my hand returned to between my legs for the sensuous nectar. Faster and faster I rubbed it all over my. Through the sobbing she managed to speak, "You're here; oh you're here, thank you God. I prayed and prayed that you would be okay. That you would come back to me... Oh, Jimmy, I've been so worried."All I could do was stroke her hair and hold her and try not to cry too much myself. I finally let go and pulled back just far enough to kiss her. Our mingled tears only sweetened the taste as our lips met and our tongues danced with joy at being together again. They say a picture is worth a thousand.