Our first orgy
My husband, Jim, was driving and I was in the passenger seat. We were on our way to a party at Julia and Phil’s place. I took Jim’s left hand (In Australia we drive on the left-hand side of the road so the driver sits behind the steering wheel on the right-hand side of the car.) and slid it up my bare thigh, under my short skirt towards my wet pussy. “Jenny! What are you doing?” “I want you to know that I’m not wearing panties, and I want you to feel me up whenever we dance together tonight. OK?” “I think that should be possible. Do you want everyone to know what’s going on?” “That depends on how many drinks I’ve had.” “How many before you want them all to know?” “I think that …