.to the ladies' room," I mumbled and was off like a shot.Remembering to use the correct restroom, I rushed into the women'sbathroom. It was the only p...ace I could be rid of him and think. I wassurprised at how clean it was compared to the men's room. No graffiti,no trash on the floor, it was an interesting sight.Just then a movie let out somewhere and the washroom was filled withwomen using the facilities, checking their makeup, and gossiping. Not todraw attention to myself, I touched up my. I could see hisBlack cock going in and out of her pussy: the lips would seemingly grip it and stretch out on the out stroke. Her large clit was visibly protruding from her labia which were massaging it with the back and forth action.And I saw something more – "the Look." Her eyes were glassy, lids drooping. She was gasping for breath through her mouth and pulling on her own nipples. Her face was contorted as if in pain and she was moaning with every thrust. She waslooking at me but I didn't. That's when it hit me that they were probably the first ones he'd ever seen and as he had no others to compare them with, he really meant it.I got this funny flush feeling that went from the top of my head all the way to my gut and lower. I asked him if he really wanted to help me. Tearing his eyes away from my naked chest, he stared into my eyes and asked me if I really meant it. I said we can at least try and grabbing his face, I pulled his lips to my right nipple. Opening his mouth, he. He knew his cock was rock-hard and wet inside in shorts. The women could feel what effect they were having on each other, and they both looked at the man and studied his features quickly and decisively. They could see his hard-on, which was impressive and produced a significantly large bulge in his shorts; he had a good torso, not overly muscular nor overly flabby, kind of nicely attractive and sexy. Becky was very into the woman and they started kissing softly, at first a little nervously, but.