Steve was completely lost for a second or two. When Marissa's climax had finished, he just held the shaking blonde against his chest for a few seconds to let his heart rate slow a little, his still half-tense cock slipping easily out of her body. Over at the far end of the pool, the other two were still shifting about, definitely up to something sexual, but before he had a chance to focus, Marissa was pointing at somebody over his left shoulder.<br/><br/>"<em>Oh</em>!" he said. "Hi Jane!"<br/><br/>Jane was Laura's best friend in the neighborhood. A slightly frumpy but feminine brunette in her forties, she lived just a couple of houses down the street. Had she been watching him fuck a relative stranger for all this time without saying anything? She certainly looked fierce. Oh well, he thought - no point in acting chastened at this stage of the game.<br/><br/>"You should join us in here, Jane" he said with a shaky smile, stroking back Marissa's wet hair. "it's nice in the water."<br/><br/>"I think you need to go upstairs, Steve," said their neighbor in a tight voice. "You need to see what Laura is doing."<br/><br/>"Um...okay?" he said. Glancing behind Jane, he noticed that there was a stack of what looked to be six thiick, freshly laundered beach towels sitting right there. Now, where had<em>they</em>come from?