Ali loved the sound of Bree's moans and she couldn't do anything but smile. Her fingers inched closer to the shorts that Bree was wearing and then she heard the doorbell ring. "Fuck," She exclaimed as she immediately reached for both of their shirts before Bree asked for her shirt. She handed it to her and started putting her shirt back on. Damn, they were so close, but neither of them wanted to be caught so she got off of her best friend. Straightening herself and running her fingers through her hair, she smiled over at Bree. "Yep, we surely can."<br/><br/>She waited until Bree had her shirt on and situated herself before going to answer the door. Ali peeked through the peephole and saw that it was Jim. She opened the door with a smile. "Hello there, come on in, Jim." She did her best to not to be too frustrated at the situation because she was almost uncomfortably wet and aroused. She stepped aside so he could come into Bree's house.