"Oh! It's out of order..." Karen's voice trailed off in dismay as she noticed a sign on the woman's restroom door.What Karen didn't know was that I'd ...already called ahead and bribed one of the restaurant staff.I laughed, affectionately tweaking one of her plump butt-cheeks, "No, it isn't really."Looking around, I made certain that no one was paying us undue attention before I opened the door and motioned Karen in front of me and into the room, quickly slipping in and closing the door promptly. Atkin's was that she always kept her home very neat and tidy, despite her disability; there was rarely very much for Stephen to do and so he got to often got to relax for a bit and have a chat with this rather interesting lady. "No, no," came the expected and welcomed response, "You just come 'nd take a load off, son." She patted the vacant seat next to her with her frail, wrinkly left hand, the wedding band given her by her late husband still faithfully present. Stephen, coerced by his still. Then she turned to place the key on the holder and stopped dead in her tracks. Tears swelled in her eyes as she ran from where she was standing to the living room. Jeff met her and she jumped into his arms and hugged her tight, never wanting to let her go. She wept uncontrollably. They stayed in their embrace for several minutes, the whole time she was asking if she was in a dream. He sat her down and pushed back from their hug and lowered his head and their lips touched. The same bells. He continues discussing politics or the price of coffee, who knows, as if everything is normal and all the while he is fondling your cock which is swelling and hardening in your trousers. You look around the bar, sitting still, in shock at how forward he is, but nobody notices what is happening. He looks around also and satisfied he takes your hand and places it over his cock and quietly says “take it out and stroke it” while he unzips you and reaches into your fly wrapping his hand around your.