Robin slowed and began checking numbers. Finally we turned right (uphill) into a driveway that wound through the trees. We emerged at a brown sandstone house with several cars parked along the drive. A thin middle-aged woman with dark hair and wearing a sun dress met us at the door.She and Robin embraced. "I'm Amanda," she said, turning to the rest of us. "Who do we have?" Mary and Tom," Robin said, "Chelsea and Phil, and Adele an Hank."Amanda nodded politely. "My husband is Jake."With that non-introduction she led us through the house. We emerged on a patio next to a pool. There were six other couples there, all middle-aged or slightly younger. There were chaise lounges, air mattresses, blankets, and so on. By now I had a very good idea of what was about to happen, and I wasn't wrong.We mingled, we talked, we flirted, and then the clothes started coming off. Over the next few hours I paired up with several of the guys, and we did it on the blankets, on the lounges, and in the pool. As the music came to an end, Jill dramatically bent back and extended her left leg up in the air, her curly brown hair nearly touching the old floor boards. With her leg up in the air, I held her tight by her thigh. I pressed her gorgeous body against mine as my arousal started to grow. Our groins pressed together, I began to stroke her soft thigh. She let out a soft moan as her back arched further, putting her head almost to the floor. With my right arm around her leg, I placed my left hand under her butt and lifted her over to the table. I laid her down gently on the cloth that was covering it. I leaned over her and gently kissed her on the lips at first, then parted her lips with my tongue as our tongues met. With my hands, I gently fingered her moist lips through her panties before removing them and tossing them on the floor. Jill reached forward and helped me undo my pants and drop them. I pulled down my underwear unleashing my fully engorged member. I slipped my hands under her.
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