I'd almost finished my beer watching this young nymph shave, so I grabbed another and headed for the pool. It was a very hot and humid night, so the c...ool water was a relief. Setting my beers on the edge of the pool, I dove under the water and swam a few laps. I went back to my beers and sat on the steps looking up at the stars, a wonderful night that was about to get better.As I finished the first beer and was opening the second, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, Maggie was walking. " She moved her thighs together softly to feel his cheeks against the soft skin on the insides of her thighs, and then her orgasm began. First a tiny ripple, then a couple of larger ones, and then the hot wave of lust rolled through her body. She had a blurred vision of the other women round the table, while she bit down hard on her lip to stop the scream she wanted to let out. She was certain, that some of them would notice her orgasm, it actually added pleasure to it that they knew, but she. “Hi sweetie, come on in.” He held the door open and let the others in.“Where’s everyone else?” asked his son-in-law.Frank hooked a thumb over his shoulder. “Upstairs changing. They were all out back swimming when the storm hit, so they’re all drying off and dressing. Come on in. You know where the beer and soda are.”A few minutes later Bob Roman joined them, dressed in khakis and a denim shirt, barefoot. “The girls are showering,” he said, grabbing a beer of his own. Ann and Karen came down. ’ The initial one was based on the Statler Brother’s song, ‘This Bed of Rose’s.’ The most recent invitational included songs written or performed by Willie Nelson. The current effort consists of stories based on song titles that have a weather term in them, such as ‘Stormy Weather, ‘Foggy Mountain Top,’ ‘Dusty Skies’, ‘Heat Wave’, ‘Summertime Blues,’ and ‘Ballad of Thunder Road.’ Regards, Jake This story contains no graphic sex scenes, sorry. As usual, constructive critiques and comments are.