Financially, I had covered myself for a few months and there was still another month left to the season. I was looking forward to Labor Day. But I dig...ess. During the earlier part of Saturday, I bumped into a friend and splurged on a fifty dollar bag of pot. Very good pot. By the time I picked up my evening job, I was straight, probably the result of two cups of coffee. The house was a killer modern affair with a second story view of the ocean. It was not unlike many of the houses along the. But a day or two later her libido would rear up and once more she would be lying there in the dark working her fingers inside herself , visualizing her exposed roommate's legs up in the air from bring fucked by her boyfriend.Then came the weekend they went away. she had the apartment to herself for 48 hours, which meant she could spend the day in her night gown and do whatever she wanted. I knew it was a wicked thing to do but she took the chance to snoop in her roommates room at her leisure.. I did it, there was no emotion in what I did, he came and I was not happy, I just satisfied his lovely requests.Growing up with the adolescence and sexual puberty, I discovered the real porn, with a little help from my friends, I watched the first porn movies on old VHS (lately with the satellite pay-tv) and I read the first pornographic newspapers, with the illustrated images of people fucking and horny comments, I wore the underclothes of my mother and my s-i-s-t-e-r (stockings and panties). Sex didnt happen thank goodness, he was working all hours and the rest of the time he was out socialising with his rugby mates. I was discontented and lonely, feeling finally that this relationship could not carry on, we lived together but that was no longer an excuse and it was time I did something about it. Peter had gone away on a rugby weekend and Lynn knew I was alone and invited me to supper on the Saturday night. She was an excellent cook, so armed with a couple of bottles of good wine,.