Our tongues seemed to be fighting with each other. I felt her hand slide down my thigh and back up again for my part I reached down to the split in he... dress while she was rubbing what was now a fully hardened cock. We were getting close to having sex when a gang of women and men came into the cloakroom and with some crude remarks broke the moment. We headed out the side door away from them.It was a beautiful night as we emerged outside. The moon was full and the sky so clear. It seemed to. I picked up a black dong, modeled supposedly on some black guy, an impossible length and girth to accommodate, but laughable as it had been cored out to accommodate a mans cock, how he could keep this monster attached as he serviced the wench in need. It made me smile, an act that was observed by the surrounding men, who noticed my deft caressing of this phallic piece of fuckware, my fingers gliding over its knobbly veinous surface, and as I squeezed its bulbous head, the little slit on the top. Then he understood what I was up to. And he said to me ” So should I give a response” I said “sure why not!” then he put his right hand on my right boob through my clothes. He started fondling and caressing it and started french kissing me passionately. His tongue was roaming inside my mouth. He put his tongue between my upper teeth and upper lip. He was going wild. At the same time, my tongue was exploring his mouth. And he was still busy with my tits. He pinched my nipple and that painful. Her response was "Its probably isnt going to stay on..." I asked what that meant? She just smiled.....On the way thru the parking lot, I realized she was right about her wet pussy running into her dress. There was a big wet spot, about 4 inches across on the back. I decided not to tell her. As soon as we got in the store, she led me to the fitting rooms, where there was nobody at the time. She immediately grabbed my cock thru my pants, started unzipping my pants and dropped to her.