Next came in Walt and I pretty much repeated everything I did with John. Of course, I got rave reviews from him and a nice load of cum. Billy was ne...xt and he was the most nervous of the group. When I got his pants open, I saw why. His dick was tiny and soft as a noodle. I tried to act like it was normal and just started playing with it and licking it. His dick eventually got to at most four inches and might not have even been that big. He came, but not a lot came out. I tried not to. The Canadian navy in those days was big on booze. Lots of rum & beer. As one might expect, while alongside we were open to the public. I don't recall how it came to pass but I ended up down below in the crew's quarters with a "middle-aged" couple, entertaining (okay - I was plying them with beer). They were about 45 years old I think, but they may have been older. Both were rather plain. He was mostly bald, she was heavy-ish. She was also something of a flirt – not so assertive as to piss. "Honey, the man is going to be the first trillionaire in the US. He can afford this. Believe me," Cassie said, smiling at her. "But if you want to show off that hot little body of yours, in some of those sexy outfits, I won't complain."Mandy blushed at Cassie's words. She wondered why she felt titillated by the thought of public exposure. She giggled to herself at the word titillating! Mandy had been uncomfortable and thrilled when Jon checked her out. She had no idea why she liked it and. Then the conversations got... weird. Week after week, the party got louder and the conversations became regularly interspersed with laughter and even surprised shrieks from some of the female guests present. And beneath it all was the sound of people having sex.At first, she thought of it as people making love. But if there are a dozen or more people at a party and everyone is passionately gasping and moaning, that isn’t making love. That is having sex... lots of sex... and it was every Friday.