It’s hard to stay down around someone as exuberantly cheerful as him. I tried to stay miserable but, by the time I got down to chasing the last two ...baked beans around my plate, Steve’s non-stop banter had worn down my defences and, painful though it was, I smirked at his latest tasteless joke. ‘That’s more like it. Boy! You’re a tough audience this morning.’ ‘Yeah, well I’ve got a fair bit on my mind.’ ‘When you goin’ to call her then?’ Steve threw a hand grenade into the conversation. ‘What?. ..and down my throat. I convulsed when he hitmy gag point but that did not stop him and soon my nose was buried inhis sweaty crotch! The scent of him was intoxicating, the heady scent ofhis manliness.....dominance! Tears tricked down my latex covered cheeksas he held me there only pulling out when I was twitching for breathbefore slipping it all the way inside again...to the hilt. After a fewthrust I began to adjust to the length and girth and even managed totime my breathing with his thrusts.. It rested on her tongue, twitching, the bulbous head crammed tightly in her gullet. It was large, masculine, and the feel of it in her mouth gave her a sudden jolt of excitement that spurred on her actions.Still holding on to her hair, he swayed his hips back and forth, gently, again and again, fucking her face in a slow, monotonous rhythm. Jennifer gave his old cock a ferocious suck and started nibbling and slobbering all over his meaty shaft as it impaled her face. Then her hand reached for. "Now give us a kiss darlin."Before she could get free of Ted, the foreman had his arms around herpulling her to him, his big stubbled face thrust against her, his tongueout ready as if to lick her. She could smell the stale tobacco on hisbreath as his lips found hers. Ted's hands slid round her from behind,sandwiching her between them, seeking and finding her breasts, liftingand kneading them.Quickly before she knew it or could pull free she was spun round and itwas Ted who was kissing her,.