I came up with nothing.So, I worked my shifts, I called home each evening to touch base with my kids, chat with Annie. I listened, I tried to hear, an... change in tenor, in vocabulary, in cadence, that would clue me in to the changes I had seen with my own eyes. Nothing. Nothing.I came home, and found Annie at work, the kids at school. I was beat, but with my mind awhirl, I knew that sleep would elude me. I dragged my laptop downstairs, and jacked into the hard drive. I downloaded the recordings. I undo the belt and slide your jeans along with your boxer down your muscular thighs. Your hard cock hits my face and I smile as I remember all of our times together. The head of your cock is swollen, red, and purple. Your monster jerks in my palm when I grasp it tightly in my fist. It is throbbing so hard, and I can't resist taking it into my mouth. The precum leaking from his slit is a mix of salty sweet goodness. "Oh, baby, it feels so good. Don't stop." I moan and take his cock all the way. He brushed my hair aside, sending a wave of chills through my body. He looked into my eyes and smirked once again. He drew four dots onto my ears and asked if they were where I wanted them to be. I said yes, and sat back down again, trying to prepare myself for the pain that was about to come. Ben reassured me, saying Ear lobes dont hurt at all. You arent piercing your tragus, youll be fine. I tried to calm down, and decided to close my eyes to avoid seeing the needle. Once I had shut my eyes,. I was mortified with her close physical contact because we had always been so stand-offish in our younger days. She had a retinue of sorts with a young man and young woman in tow like some cruise ship with tenders to keep her from running up on the rocks.She pumped me for news on the family and the home place and I dutifully put her in the picture on all the boring details until she had her fill. We had snacks out on her patio in the back and she poured us two humongous glasses of wine that.