‘Not much — oh, it’ll have to be q-q-quick,’ she stammered. ‘Same here. Let’s go over to that diner,’ he said, pointing to T-Square Gril.... ‘OK,’ she agreed, hesitatingly. With a wave of his hand, Antoine motioned for Inez to cross the street at his side, in heavy traffic. She was afraid to reveal that getting hit by an automobile was her worst recurring nightmare. Gathering that she would not budge, he said, ‘C’mere,’ in his typical New York City lingo. His beckoning index finger rendered his. He was looking me in the eye."Is this OK? Do you like this?"I was stunned, motionless, my shorts sliding down ever so slightly as he continued to jack my cock to rock-hard state. He shifted to face me, and me him. His mouth was agape, likely at the amount of precum spurting out of my dick, coating his hand and making his handiwork ever so slippery. I could smell the remnants of his deodorant, the fabric of his shirt wet with sweat as his ample girth pressed against my flat chest."Oh my god," I. "Can I bring you anything else?" she asked, reverting to the safety of routine."I feel like pie," I said. "What's good here?"She leaned down confidentially and whispered, "Anything but blueberry." What do you recommend?" I asked, trying to draw her out."I like the apple."I laughed genially. "Really? That's my favorite." She was from Wisconsin, dairy country. Would she like it with ice cream, or cheddar cheese? I looked at her with counterfeit suspicion. "You eat it with ice cream?" I caught the. Once my butt was up in the air, Suzi gave it another go, this time not putting nearly as much on me. She quickly saw that her fingernails were going to force her to let Joey loosen me up instead of her."Damn it," she said, startling both Joey and I with her sudden cuss. She had never said that before in our company, and she rarely cussed at all."Joey, I can't do this without hurting him with my nails, so you'll have to do it," she said as she backed away from me on the bed."Sorry, Suz," Joey.