I asked him who he was talking about and once he told me, I agreed, as long as they didn’t mind performing for an audience since I wasn’t going to...toss everyone else out just so I could get laid. I told everyone else there that the party was taking on an x-rated theme and told them what was going to happen. I told them they could stay and watch, but not participate, or leave, it was their choice. A few people left, but most found a comfortable place to sit while the guys participating got. I lose control and grab my left boob as I reach in between my legs with my other hand. I circle my clit with my fingers and let out a quiet moan as I squeeze my boob. I feel my nipples getting hard in between my fingers. It feels so good as I slip my fingers into me and slowly start to finger myself. I can feel my fingers getting wet and I know it is not just the water from the shower. "Oh God, Jenna!" I accidentally yell out."You know, if you wanted me you could have just asked." I freeze and. I felt like I was in a small cubicle with a caged tiger, one that was caged only by his will. Dragging the cloth down his arm, I reached a fist, which he slowly relaxed. I paused a moment, feeling the sudden overwhelming urge to tell him, or show him in some way how much I’d been touched by him. My lips parted, but I couldn’t think of anything to say. Instead, I felt my knees begin to give. Once again, my pride rushed to the surface, I did not kneel before anyone. Somehow, he sensed something.. Two weeks ago we went to Walmart because I wanted to buy her a couple of "whore blouses" as I call them. A young man (David), perhaps 28, was shopping for his GF alongside us and I started a conversation with him. He was fascinated with Deb's tits. I asked him to come into the changing room with us and he did after I assured him it was OK. I whispered to him that it would be OK to feel up Deb under her blouse..his eyes were as wide as saucers. Deb positioned herself in front of him so that he.