Susie bent forward, her face only inches from the old man's open fly, and pushed and pulled at the zipper to no avail. Despite her extensive experience with men's zippers, she could not make it move.

But something else did move. Susie became aware of movement inside the old man's pants. Her hands were already at his open fly, and nothing in the world could have stopped them from slipping inside on a voyage of discovery. It was madness, here in the restaurant with his wife just a few feet away. However, Mr. Vlastos was standing with his back to the cash-register, facing Susie, and no one else could see exactly what was happening.

Susie's hands found and instinctively began fondling the old man's hidden cock. Mr. Vlastos was silent. She was surprised that he accepted her actions so naturally, surprised and delighted. The restaurant was empty and Susie was not used to stopping once she got a cock in her hands.

Carefully she extricated the twitching organ from its confines and pulled it out into the open. Mr. Vlastos' cock was the youngest thing about him. Susie marvelled at its soft, fresh skin, and its rapidly growing length and hardness as she caressed it with her gentle but knowing hands. She looked up at the old man and whispered, hoping his wife could not hear: "Oh, Mr. Vlastos! It's so nice. I hope you don't mind but I just had to see it. I couldn't help it."

She had eyes only for that lovely thing, and she was about to lean forward and kiss it when her reverie was rudely interrupted.

"Papa! What you take so long for? You bothering Miss Susie?"

It was Mrs. Vlastos. She had left her cash-register and was hobbling painfully on her arthritis-ridden legs towards the back of the restaurant. Susie frantically tried to push the old man's prick back into his pants, but her caresses had had their effect and it was now too long, too hard. Mr. Vlastos didn't seem to be worried that his wife might discover him like this, his cock poking out of his pants right in front of a thirteen-year old schoolgirl.