They were talking about André, Rieu, for pitys sake. Amy was much more of a stay-at-home-with-a-book girl than a get-out-get-drunk-get-laid one.... She loved classical music and classic books and classic movies. She secretly lusted after men like James Dean, even though she would probably be better suited to, say, Gene Kelly. The bad boy versus the dancing American darling. The stranger moved slightly, widening his stance and folding his arms across his chest. The move had the towel. He watched from his staked out area just off to the side of the rink. Given that his job was as night janitor at the mall, it was no problem for him to be there. However, his shift ended at 6am, it was now nearly 7am, still two hours before the mall opens. The mall workers do not even arrive until 8am. He had her routine down to a science, she would leave the ice go to the changing area and take off her skates and put on her shoes, and then she would grab her bag and leave out the only exit. My cock on the other hand, twitched in eagerness at the notion.And like so many other times over the past few months, I just surrendered. I closed my eyes, leaning down to kiss my love while my hips moved forward and my shaft sank down into "her" warm, wet pussy.I turned my head to nibble at her neck. I pulled almost all the way out and ducked my head until I could rub my lips against her nipples. And after only a few more minutes, I thrust all the way in and unloaded jets of cum into her. Then I felt a pair of hands spreading my pussy lips, then something warm and hard pushing its way inside.I wanted to moan, but I couldn’t because my mouth was so full of cock. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. It was the best feeling of my entire life.“Suck that cock, ” somebody said. That, I did. Every cock they put in my face. Meanwhile, everyone else had gotten naked. They sat down on a long bench and I sucked every cock as they took turns fucking me from behind.It was odd because I.