“Well, OK, one more.” I replied graciously.The next song was much slower paced and softer than before. Jamal pulled me closer to him and held me...tight as we slow danced through the song. I could feel my nipples growing harder against him as we swayed back and forth to the music. I began to feel his manhood pressing up against my lower belly as he held me even closer to him. I could smell his skin and his soft cologne. It seemed so right, so safe and inviting. I laid my head against his. Her moaning quickened as she bit her lower lip. "Oh fuck James you are going make me cum," she blurted out with some surprise. I started to fuck her harder, my cock like a piston, my whole body lost her as she started to cry out "fuck yes, yesssss" I felt her pussy start to tighten and ripple on my shaft. "Yes James don't stop my baby," she cried, the sensation of her pussy milking my cock caused my brain to fuse and I felt my whole body start to tingle as my cock erupted deep in her. "Oh shit. It was electricity from her mouth, to her heart, to her pussy. I was taken aback with her direct rhetoric, but hell it isn't like I could hide my similar reaction. Thankfully I didn't pre cum or I would have been soaked. We found a corner of an unoccupied gate, she wanted to make out some more. This time without an audience we found it easier to explore. I groped her boobs, which were very sensitive and moved lower and grabbed her luscious ass. Her hands made their way around my neck. Looking at my once pristine white tennis shoes, I saw caked-on chicken shit. I reached my limit. I could barely put up with a line up in front of the bathroom. People listening to me piss. But mess with my shoes!? Oh, hell no! Never! Not to be born! I hosed my never-to-be-pristine-again shoes off. Wetting my feet with the freezing water, of course. Hauling my iPhone out of the pocket I'd put it in, I started searching. I found what I wanted and after a brief conversation went inside the.