Pulling your pillow over your head muffles the sound some but not enough to keep you from hearing the unknown guest begin to pound on the front door. ...rumbling under your breath you force yourself to sit up and open your eyes. Pulling on your robe you slowly stumble through your house still half asleep. When you reach the front door you reach out for the knob and the pounding suddenly stops. Opening the door you are surprised and more than a little angry that the persistent knocker is no where. On the way back up to the control room, Richard gave in to the question nagging in his head."So does a change like that make a big difference in the sound?" he asked.Dave laughed. "A big difference? No. But a difference? Yes. It's pretty easy to make a good recording. Not as easy to make a great recording. A subtle recording."Richard understood the principle, but still didn't believe moving the microphones two inches could make an audible difference.Back in the control room, Jarrett had the. This was new ground as all of our flirting had been body language and verbal before this. My cock was now so hard it was uncomfortable so while I was behind the counter I quickly adjusted it. As I walked back to her table I noticed she was sitting beside the table caressing her sexy thighs. Noticing my wide open mouth and the fact that I was nearly panting she licked her lips. I don’t know how I ever made it back to her table with her food but I did. Since there was no one else in the place she. I returned to the bathroom to find it empty and found my lovely wife tucked up in bed, fast asleep, her hair cascading over the pillow.She looked so much at peace, that I felt I would be a right arse hole to wake her up.“Oh! well” I said to no one “I'll have to wait till tomorrow”, as I left her to her slumber I took my dick in my hand and said to myself “Well Bob”, look how strong your wrists are getting, as I once more fantasised about Carol and Jim's trip.I got up the next day to find Carol.