Jack winces, and for a second you worry if you've offended him; he is quick to assuage these thoughts, though, as he says, "Not - not quite yet. I'm still kinda sore. But..." He slides your hand from his pants, then proceeds to undo his zipper; after a little fumbling, he pulls those round, succulent balls of his free, leaving his junk inside his pants. "If you really want to take part, hold onto these. Just be gentle, okay?"<br/><br/>You shrug. The balls will have to do, then, as you wrap your fingers around his flesh, making sure not to squeeze too hard. They're firm, smooth and hot in your grasp, and the skin is loose, allowing you to hold them easily.<br/><br/>The two of you make your way towards the doors, and you push one of them open with your free hand, stepping inside the cold air conditioning. Your nipples, already rock-hard, become even harder, sticking out against your shirt.<br/><br/>There wouldn't be any mysteries left if somebody were to look your way.<br/><br/>You pass through the second set of doors and find yourself in the housewares section of a department store - one of many in the mall. You could easily<strong>get your skirt in this place</strong>if you want, you'd certainly be seen by less people...but the clothing here is always kind of bland. Alternatively, you know of a more punkish store deeper in the mall; you can<strong>head over there</strong>to find what you're looking for, but it's a sure bet that you'll run into crowds of people...