‘Let’s go back to my place.’ He whispered in my ear. I let his hands roam freely. ‘What about Candy?’ ‘Candy can find her own way home. ...nyways, I think she found a guy who can get her a Mojito with no mint.’ His hand had found its way up my shirt. ‘I’m not going home with you.’ ‘I’m pretty sure the bathroom has a lock.’ ‘It’s not happening tonight.’ He kissed my neck. I went along with it. We were making out when I heard, ‘Get a room.’ And then, ‘Holy Shit.’ It was Lee. ‘Fuck.’ I managed. ‘Motherfuck us all you want, but if you raise your voice above the music and disturb our neighbors all this will be filmed and sent to your wife and co workers. Yeah pig, we found out you’re married. So, relax and enjoy it…I know we will.’ I had to hand it to her, diplomacy was always her strong suit. The pig just glared at us for a moment as his throbbing balls ached. I plucked them again when I figured the pain was subsiding and chuckled as his cursing became more vicious but quieted. I kept. "Lay on the floor on your stomach" I did so getting a little nervous. I felt her sit on my upper thighs as she began to massage my lower back, pulling down my pajama bottoms as she went. I tried to rub my erection into the carpet to get just a little relief. She stopped rubbing and leaned forward in my ear and whispered "Are you having fun?" It was at this point I noticed something warm and damp on my upper thighs...I thought she might have peed or something. I nodded 'Yes', and she replied. She was actually bumping and grinding against him now. I turned away from the dance floor and went in search of the bottles John had asked for. By the time I had gained the bottles and stopped to talk to a couple people, several more songs had passed.I hadn't been in sight of the dance floor and had lost all track of what was going on. John and Emma were still dancing when I got back. What had been bumping and grinding when I left had turned into full on dirty dancing by the time I got back..