I smiled, partly because I was happy to see her and partly because of the memories she stirred up in me. “Of course! How are you? What’s it been 5... years?” then adding my best Billy Crystal imitation, “You look mahvelous!” “You always were a flatterer!” she answered, smiling back, “So, what are you in town for?” “Just visiting Fran.” I replied “She’s making dinner and I’m supplying the refreshments.” Eyeing me up and down, she said,” Other than the grey hair, you haven’t changed much. You communicate with your partner with looks and touch. You pull a hand where you want it to go. You show approval with a smile or you move with a little more energy, a bit more eagerly, with more urgency as you near climax. Charlotte made me want to moan. I fought back the urge. She would have to earn a sense of my satisfaction. Her mouth reached my aching ball sack and sucked in the left nut, then the right with just enough pressure that I thought it would hurt. The girl was all about. They had made their choice and their choice had not been me and I was never going to forget that.Over the course of the next year everyone in the family made an attempt to bring me back into the fold but I wasn't having any of it. My brother and his wife flew out to Aspen to go skiing and he detoured to spend a day with me and used it to try and talk me into going back for a visit. Sorry, not going to do it. My younger sister and her husband stopped to see me on their way home from a vacation. Either I was going to have to take a break or just let him get his first taste of hot cum. As much as I was enjoying using my new cockslut, l didn’t want to risk stopping on the off chance he decided that he’d had enough cock and was reluctant to start again after a break. So I pulled my cock, soaked with a mixture of precum and his saliva. “Here suck on these, and even more gently, feel with your mouth how full they are, because I’m about to empty them down that nice sucking cock hole of.