Until either blood or tears, was what he said, the clever fuck. So I can't just pretend to be hurting myself either. Hopefully I can make myself cry b...fore I make myself bleed...And I do. It takes maybe five minutes, but it feels longer, as hurting your own self is bound to make it seem. I squeal in front of him and writhe, diligently pressing my nails against each other through the tender tissues of my clit. I started just pinching the hood at first, but he was quick to notice and calmly. How about we change that?" She asked, her bony old hand slowly typing in the price on the old-timey register. John smiled and decided that if she wanted to take the cover off herself and try and sell it to someone else, he wouldn't mind that at all. "That would be great, thank you." He said with a smile of his own. Just as he agreed the little bell on the register rang and the whole world started to swirl.When John blinked he found that he wasn't standing in the little shop anymore. He was. Good stuff! "So far, so good. But you didn't invite me here to check on my day, George, what's up?"He smiled that crooked smile of his, and said, "Oh, nothing much, just feel like relaxing for a day or so." He took another swig of his own coffee, then a bite of his Danish, and said, "Love these things! She gets them at the little bakery on 4th Street."Okay, I can play the game, too, "Yeah, but you probably could do without probably half of them. How's your blood pressure lately? Kay and the. I will take my schwanz out," he chuckled. I knew my eyes always did made him melt. I helped him to unzip and pull down his jeans and boxers. And there he was... the most marvelous and wonderful cock I ever seen in my life. Well, actually I had not seen that much and surely not an errect one like his. Ok, those pornpics, but they didn't count. This one was real. Hard, warm and feeling so good in my hands... and then those sweet balls... ummm, 'eier'... always such a pleasure to suck on, before.