.. "This time, Fifty, we start to fill in some of the detail. I won't do too much but we'll try to fill in here," I feel him touch me just below the s...oulder blade, "and here," he touches me again, this time just around where he'd put the barcode, "I want to put some decoration around this. Look, you can watch." He points to a mirror just in front of me. It's angled so that I can see another mirror. In it, there is my back with the design outline spread across it.The tattooing process is still. I’m laying here next to my wife rubbing her swollen baby bump. No, it’s not Angie. My wife, Ellen. Yes, she’s expecting our first child together and my third. I knew that Ellen’s clock was ticking and she wanted a child so for her, I endured the pain and misery of reversing my vasectomy. It apparently worked well.Eight months after I left Angie’s house, I had a knock on my apartment door. It was Ellen.She said, “Hi, Cowboy, I told you that someday I would come knocking on your door. I’m here. I. Then when the moment arrived for me to turn around, i did and my penis was fully erect and was in 90 degree vertical position and was 75% visible from the sides of the loin cloth. I was pre-cumming heavily with the foreskin fully rolled over the head, i was praying hard that it should not slip through the sides and get exposed fully as there will be no fun when it’s fully exposed and puts me in to a state of embarrassment. I acted normal and did not try and touch or adjust the status by any. A plump older woman in some kind of maid’s outfit walked in, carrying a tray with tea, glasses, and side items. If my presence surprised her, it didn’t show. She set the tray on the table between us and departed without a word. Alison poured for both of us and I sweetened mine to taste. It was sharp and crisp on my tongue. ‘I guess I can see why that might make you curious,’ She admitted. ‘Maybe I could answer your questions. I was there, you know.’ That made sense. People took wives and.