Cleaned up his bitch.Finally, he stopped and came back around to stand in front of me. Then he lay down next to me. I reached up and started running m... hands along his head. He lay his head down flat on the ground and I continued to stroke him. I don't know how long we stayed like that, but then, he suddenly got up and walked back to the fence. Then he stood there and turned to look at me. Then back at the fence. And I understood.I gathered my strength, pushed myself to my feet, and almost. Tonight, however, he seemed distracted, almost somber."So," she asked him, "what are you going to get out this, when it's over?" Probably just another..." He waved at the papers spread about. "And not with someone like you. It'll be some asshole, and I'll want to quit and ... well, let's just say this line of work isn't what I thought it would be, but I don't see a better option right now."She asked him to explain. At first, he was dismissive, reluctant to talk about himself. But when she. You chest is burning inside as strange hands caress your breasts….strange fingers squeeze your nipples. We passionately, hungrily kiss….as the two guys kiss the back of your neck, their hardness felt through their jeans…pressing against your rear. We both roughly, frantically unbutton each others pants….you try to reach in, but your arms are guided back, your hands coming to rest on their bulging jean-fronts as we still wetly lock lips. You rub them up and down, realizing that behind the denim. I shared a taxi with Laura, the others in there own. I asked her quietly if still on for it, she laughed, nodded and smiled a massive grin of "oh yes" !We got back and whilst drinking she sat on my lap, her dress rode up her legs. The others I could see were staring right at us !I started kissing her and rubbing her panties which the lads could see, she was getting into it and the thrill of them watching.The slight awkness came to an end when Tool, the most forward and probably the real dirtbag.