‘Hi Tim, c’mon in. How ya been? I haven’t seen you in a while.’ ‘Hiya Sam, I can’t stay. Just wanted to drop off this package. I found it ...n my garage floor with the rest of the mail when I got home. I hope it isn’t important, because I’ve been away on business and the postmark is over a month old. It was sent certified! Frank must have forged your signature. He’s gotta be drinking again.’ Frank, the town Postmaster, had a problem keeping the deliveries straight when life’s potholes bounced. She knew it was silly, but she swore she could feel his cum in her belly, like a warm little secret between them.“C plus,” he said. “Passing.”“Tough crowd,” she said, and kicked him.“So, worth it? All you expected? Itch that scratch?”She looked at him and shrugged. They fell asleep again, for how much time it was impossible to say. Had it been two days? Three? She booked the room for three, which was not easy to explain to her parents, but she was nothing if not resourceful. What had he told. The RIB stops 10 feet off her port quarter and she now recognizes they are Navy sailors, probably skilled divers. Muff divers maybe? One of the divers near the bow is clearly in charge, giving hand signals to two others manning lines, fore and aft. She knows that her breast and pussy are fully exposed and aimed directly at six pairs of leering eyes. She also knows there are six cocks growing, actually struggling to escape from their tight wetsuits. The Sea Nymph coyly smiles but doesn’t. Kirsten come over and passionately kissed me and we could hear Alison giving me a sloppy blowjob. Kirsten stopped and asked "Alison to come out from underneath my kilt, my cock was semi hard and could be seen lifting slightly my kilt up.Kirsten and Alison without saying anything grabbed my hands and they pulled me up the stairs to Kirsten's room, which was the biggest. She had a king size bed with some built in wardrobes on either side. When we were all in, Kirsten removed my kilt and Alison.