"Yes, very!" she replied. I could still hear the tears as she spoke."The factory toilets are just through that entrance. The second door on the right ...s the lady's. Go and wash your face. You've made one hell of a mess of your makeup. Then we'll go and get something to eat."As she climbed out of the bunk, I got a little too much of a good look at a pair of beautiful legs. Her short skirt rode up higher than was decent but I don't think she noticed. Ten minutes later she returned. Her make up. When *he* wants it. This is thrilling, and as I'm sure you'll understand dear reader, not the best thing for my jaw. My mind starts to wander, and for the first time begins to imagine him pinning down on the bed and fucking me hard up the ass, making me squirm and squeak and grunt. And though it won't be tonight, it all does start to get a little rougher. After almost 25 minutes of virtually non-stop cocksucking, he says to me "you really love cocksucking don't you?" And he's holding my face. Joan took Fawn's hand and led her to the bedroom. With a teasing smile, Fawn opened her blouse and shrugged it from her shoulders. Joan mewled as she gazed upon the shapely beauty of Fawn's flawless titties. The nipples stood up, pink and swollen, and the white band of her tits contrasted with the golden color of her flesh. Fawn cupped her tits and, lowering her eyes in pretended shyness, offered them to Joan."So lovely," Joan whispered, taking both titties in her palms and caressing them. “This is fucking brilliant.” I looked over my shoulder at the stockier of the two lads and gave him my sexiest smile. “Mrs. Smith, you’re the fucking best,” he exclaimed, his features expressing his delight. I gave him a squeeze and watched his expression change. “Jesus, Jase, she’s squeezing my cock with her cunt. God…Jesus, it’s so fucking tight.” “Come on, man, give her a good fucking,” Jason said through clenched teeth. “She loves it.” Ripples of pleasure ran down my spine as Paul continued.