I was beginning to think we’d hogged our booth long enough, so I said I needed to be moving along. Must be tough, losing your brother.”
“I’ve had my good days and my bad.”
I got the idea she wanted to talk, and asked, “Cup of coffee?” She liked that idea, and we found a diner. Xxx I thought about Frank stroking me off. It was short and sweet, expressing her condolences. I stood up and leaned forward, pointing my cock at my breakfast plate. I hadn’t been on there for a couple of weeks, so I checked my PMs and any new comments on my pictures. I began to stroke the growing lump in my pants, which only made it harder. That’s the kind of guy he was.
