Mmmmmmmmmm – ‘All day breakfasts’ and just across the road in a ‘greasy Joe’s’.Better explain what a ‘greasy Joe’s’ is, where I cum ...rom, a very small, run down, working man’s café that has those horrible plastic table coverings and wooden chairs is called a ‘greasy Jo’s’ – wonderful food, all made fresh right in front of you so that you can cough as a result of the cooking fumes, but great food, great cuppa tea and plenty of it.We sat down opposite each other and without warning, she had taken. I stare down briefly and yes, it’s at its full five and three quarter inches (honesty counts, and every little bit helps). I squeeze my thighs together pushing the spiky little egg against my balls. I watch intently as my cock’s bulbous head pushes forward. A part of me wants to reach down and stroke myself, but I made a commitment to myself before I started that this was going to be a hands-free orgasm. As I type away I realize I have this rhythm going between my thighs. I glance down again.. " She said.As her hand reached out and she pulled him inside.Her lips fastened on to his, while her foot slammed the front door shut behind them. As she pulled away to look at him. Tony noticed that she was wearing a white silk house coat and he guessed, that she was not wearing anything much underneath. She looked just as young as ever, especially as now, she was wearing a much shorter hair style. She was wearing no make-up, which gave her eyes a much fresher appealing look."You know what I. Keeping her eyes on his, she slid her hand down inside his briefs until they found the hard steel of his manhood. Lovingly, she cupped his balls, then stroked his cock, saying, "Well, well, you're already hard again? Hmm, well you've got me where you want me.. Is this what you want me to do?" More," he said simply, then groaned when her fingers found his sack again and gently squeezed it. "More?" she repeated, smiling sexily, knowing she both literally and figuratively had him by the balls..