After the manager had gone we sorted out the kitchen then went to the staff room to get changed out of our greasy uniforms, once again I saw the bulge... in his white Ben Sherman boxers as he pulled off his uniform trousers, I stood there in front of him with my cock growing in my own boxers, I never hid the fact I was perving on him, I knew I had to act fast,“I love your boxers Chris are they cotton or elasticated” I asked“Don’t know mate”“is it ok if I feel them” and before he got the chance to. Maybe if all men and all women were like this then the rutting like rabbits would take up too much time; but it seemed unlikely that, no matter how successful I was in bringing the male back into testosterone heaven, they would ever spend their whole time fucking their lives away. I could think if worse ways to go.Smenta and Minty went their ways, with their lovely fleshy bottoms and bouncy boobs, smiling and contented (and, of course, with the Don Johnson patent sore overused cunt). Smurf. It was soaking wet all over the drivers seat. I placed some napkins there hoping it would soak it up or at least dry it some before John had to drive us home. The second movie ended which was fine with us all as none of us knew just what the hell was going on in it. John got out going to get us get drinks. That gave me some time with Kim. I turned to her in the back seat. Thanks Kim I did enjoy that, You are so lucky to have John, I said. Thats OK Janet, I just hope John did not enjoy it as. “What a beautiful cock!” She announced. Heather examined it with her eyes. The veins, the ridge around the head. Taking a deep breath, Heather excitedly wrapped her free hand around the shaft. It had been too long since she had tasted a cock, and that was going to end now.“May I please suck your dick?” She asked sweetly.“Please.” Came a deep voice in reply. Heather’s tongue left her mouth and licked across the urethra of her new anonymous lover. This enhanced her excitement as she remembered.