His mouth is still on mine, but somewhere a shift has occurred. Now it’s my tongue that thrusts into his wet cavern, and my lips that have control. ... push my tongue in, stroke it along his silky one. His hands have found their way to my scrub top, twisting as they hold, and he moans against my mouth. My hand works along his cock, sliding, squeezing, rhythmic in my ministrations. I lift my lips from his, and he moans loudly. His head tipping back. Although he’s taller than I am, he’s looking up. When I heard grunting I foolishly thought he was using the toilet. I walked into the bathroom and didn't see him. "Tom!?!" I yelled out looking for him. I had always been attracted to Tom's deviously curly blonde hair, his entrancing green eyes, and his long slender figure. Often, when he talked to me, I would see a bulge in his pants and think he was attracted to me too. That thought made me happy. I always had a fantasy of him railing me. Not what most girls dream of I suppose. I often. “Well I’ll be honest I want to fuck you and deep down I think you want the same. I won’t hurt you I promise but I need to know.”“You said just a wank in the lorry,” I murmured.“I know I did but things have changed, for I really believe that you want this to go further”.I felt a hot flush ran down my body for it was true, in Brian’s arms things felt different. “OK but you’re have to tell me what to do and if I say stop you’ll stop.”Brian reached over to his bag and got out a pot of Vaseline,. I slowly removed my dripping fingers from her as I stood up and looked at her post orgasmic bliss. Her head was hanging over the far edge of the counter, her mouth was gaping open gasping for breath as John stood there watching the entire thing. He was gently stroking his blood engorged hard on with one hand. His other hand was gently massaging her breast and tugging on her nipple looking at me smiling. She was gasping to catch her breath I watched her flushed colored breasts and hard.