Gwen was Dean's girlfriend of about a year. I'd encouraged Dean not to break-up with her because of us. I sat up, hands on the mattress, leaning sligh...tly forward, which predictably drew his gaze down the front of my sweater."Where are my manners?" He extended his hand. "My name's Ben, obviously I'm Dean's roommate. I'm having a beer to officially start the weekend. Want one?"I laughed. "Can I see some ID, please."Ben twisted the tops off two Buds from their short fridge and handed me one, then. Another glowing couple was Ron and Sandy, and Sandy's friends were teasing her mercilessly at how Ron leapt to his feet whenever he noticed Sandy's glass of soda was empty.Raul and Barbara were surprised to learn that Ron was considering leaving the police force to start his own detective and protective services agency. Both he and Sandy were enthusiastic as they talked about how the demand for those types of services was always greater than what was available locally. Sandy was talking about. Bent over, exposed, I just wanted to get started.With one hand still pressed against the bare skin of my back to hold me at an angle, Aaron ran the other hand over each cheek, pulling and stretching them so that my wet, loose hole began to open. Without thinking I bent over further, pushing my hole back at him. It was an instinctual move, an effort to make myself more accessible, but as I assumed a more comfortable mounting position it finally occurred to me that I might have miscalculated.. " I continued. "Are you asking for details?" I said, in a humorous way."I wasn't." She replied, "But now that you are offering, I'll say, yes, just not right now. I want to shower and make us some dinner." She turned and started to leave. Once she got to the door she stopped, turned and said, "Now, don't you go jacking off into a pair of my panties while I'm gone?" She smiled. I was mortified. How did she know I would do that every so often?She saw the surprised look on my face and said, "Oh,.