We got on the train and I sat downopposite two older men in their 50's. I was wearing white shirt andblue skirt. No bra and no panties! I was aware th...t I showed thecleavage of my breasts and occasionally when I uncrossed the legs,glimpses of my hairy pussy. They were constantly looking at me.Their looks were making me breath faster in the excitement ofexhibitionism. I had to bite my lower lip to make sure my breathingwasn't too obvious. After a couple of minutes I casually undid abutton on my. "How did you get a hot tub for a hundred bucks?" Annette wanted to know."The owner owed me a favor," I said."Oh, never mind."Then she hugged me, and so did Lois. The hugs seemed a bit more friendly than normal. Then again maybe it was just the excitement of the moment."As soon as it's set up you are going to have to try it out with us," Lois insisted.Annette parroted her, and seemed just as insistent."I don't know," I started to say, then wiggled my eye brows adding. "Me in a hot tub with the. I was forced to amalgamate all the companies the girls worked at, and then apply for a business permit as well as registering as a legal entity. A nearby service station signed a contract with me. The carwash was doing very well and I think it brought increased business to the operator.He was hassled now, but my lawyer told him that he had nothing to fear from anybody but me.About mid July, I was awakened by a knocking at our door. I left Maggie's bed and went downstairs. Our door was locked. Carla lookedout through my big long-lashed doe eyes, a characteristic of (mostly)women on my Scots-Irish dad's side.A pair of Stan Smiths completed my ensemble.I carried our cooler the quarter-mile to the picnic area, while my wifetoted a couple of folding camp chairs. We both wore Ray-Bans, floppyhats, and ponytails, hers blonde and straight, mine dark and wavy.An hour or so into festivities, I had a nice buzz from the beer and BBQ.I sprawled on a camp chair in the shade, watching the.