As Roger withdrew and Julie slumped back onto the bed, Doug grasped her thighs, gently sliding her down the bed towards him, and urged her to roll ove... onto her hands and knees. As she did so, Roger moved before her to present his stiff cock to her lips. She gobbled greedily on his shaft, as behind her Doug shuffled into position, bending over her back to reach under her and stimulate her clit as he mounted her. The force of Doug’s thrusts jerked Julie back and forth, driving her suctioning. Instead, you had to prepare a three-course dinner at which we all drank rather too much wine. The conversation inevitably turning to sex and the frustrations of your Bestie’s sex life.“All I ever end up doing is masturbating to the sounds of my roommate fucking her boyfriend next door,” she moaned.This gives me an idea and I proceed to hitch up your skirt at the dinner table while you protest.“No I don't want to do it in front of her, and she doesn't want to watch me be humiliated. How could. I don't make any moves unless my girl and I agree."We went ahead and ate. I kept complementing Kim on her cooking. I had to come up with something. There is no way I wanted to lose her as a cook. Besides, she was great to look at.After we ate I put our dirty dishes in the sink and asked Kim if she wanted to take a quick look at the house. I'm not a dirty person but cleaning a house is not a big priority on my what to do list, seeing now I make up my own, 'To do' list.My house is a three bedroom. It’s in every single one of us. So where does that put me now? Where I always have been: Here. The difference? I’m older. My stepmother used to tell me that I would never know the wisdom that she does. I used to think that wisdom came with age. I know now that that idea was a lie. Wisdom doesn’t come with age, but with thought. I haven’t lived very long, but I’m sure I possess more wisdom than a lot of people who are much older than I. I think this comes from the fact that I actually sat down.