Still using only one hand I worked my jeans down over one leg, then the other, and stepped out of them. My boxers looked like as though someone had p...tched a tent sideways; my penis felt like an iron bar. I began to slip my boxers down, and then stopped as I realized that the soft friction of the cotton cloth against my penis was really exciting. Instead, I open the fly and allowed my shaft to spring free, standing hard and proud. And was then thrilled beyond description when Jenny reached. Straight away, Jordan melted into the crowd, wrapping his arms around another girl. I looked at Andy puzzled, only to see him unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a tight white teeshirt underneath. It clung to his amazing six pack, the fabric defining every muscle. I gasped as he pulled me closer."I want you to dance with me like you did with him. I know you were putting on a show for me, and now I want the real thing." Andy said softly into my ear, his lips brushing against my ear lobe. I trembled. ” He took his free arm and slid his hand between them, sliding his fingers deftly to the firm mound above her quivering slit. He pushed aside the fabric of her costume and pushed his fingers to the bare skin within; she moaned with the rush of sensations that filled her. He gently parted the petals of her labia and pushed skillfully across her clit with two digits with the entire length of his long thick fingers. Her body shuddered as she felt the walls of her vagina. Despite his domination of her, he was gentle, careful not to pull to roughly or too deeply. Again and again he pulled her onto him. She was loving it. Loving the feeling of him in her mouth, the silky smoothness of his cock as it glided over her tongue again and again. She was also revealing in his dominance. She had never been dominated like this before, and she loved that the control had been taken away from her, loving that she was doing exactly what he wanted her to. All too soon he pulled.