When it came to conversation, I had a technique to make it flow easily, that I had learned in the Navy. I called it my "cocktail party" technique.Ever... time the ship docked somewhere there would be a cocktail party for the local dignitaries. It was the duty of all officers to entertain these people, usually with the assistance of the local consulate or embassy. My first Captain explained the skill of asking questions until you found a subject that the guest was interested in, and then using. There in front of me Mary slipped her hands into her swimming shorts and Kira did the same into her bikini bottoms and they were soon groaning and moaning as they played with themselves.Then Stacey let go of my cock, stood up and removed her bikini bottoms, her shaven pussy glistened in the sun shine and then Kate positioned my cock at her entrance and Stacey stepped back onto my cock.I slid into Stacy's wet pussy and then as we stood on the rocks in front of her friends we started. “So, like I was saying, I’m standing there in my wet t-shirt,rather oblivious to the situation. Suddenly, the boys all stopped and just stared at me, at my chest. I was like, ‘What?’ you know? Then they laughed and the girls got mad at me, and I looked down and my nipples are trying to poke out of my shirt. Tommy, my crush, came over to me and said ‘let’s get you into something else’. We went inside Brooke’s house where I thought he was going to help me. Instead, he just lifted up my shirt and. "Far from it but if you'd prefer it I won't mention your name to anyone." Thanks."She grinned impishly at him. "And I'll get all the kudos."He grinned back. "Clever girl."Talk drifted to other topics. There was hardly a moment's silence as they got to know each other better and better and to enjoy each other's company more and more.Eleanor did go over and visit the old lady in the corner but soon returned. "Poor thing," she said sadly. "I think she prefers to be left alone. I have a feeling she.