Wheeww, a little bitey, but not bad at all, as I suck the lemon. Mike pours me another and him a shot of bourbon whiskey. Before I even recover from t...at, he has another setup, which I pour into my mouth.Mike tells me to relax and get comfortable as he heads into what looks like a bedroom. I look around and the very lovely cabin as he calls it, noticing the very tasteful decorations and very nice furnishings. I ask to use the restroom and Mike directs me thru the kitchen area. Inside I see what. Surely David isn’t like that? He has always been very kind to me, and understanding when I don’t comprehend what he is trying to explain to me.It was not long before David whispered, “There are more comfortable places for this, you know.”Jennifer stood up, not without some trepidation, and David led her up the stairs, she bare to the waist and him in a shirt and trousers with his flies unzipped and his cock hanging out. They both undressed, David completely and Jennifer just to her knickers.Her. “Then here’s a fourth challenge, Mr. Buckman. You come back to your high school reunion in five years and show us what you’ve done to meet your challenge. Your classmates will be waiting on you!”Ricky laughed at that and pushed me back against the wall. We fumble-farted around for a bit, and then Jeana came bounding up, followed by my family. My parents had brought Suzie with them; Hamilton had declared a sudden stomachache, and nobody wanted him there anyway. Ricky took off and I hugged Jeana. I told her funny stories of the kind of shit my crewmates and I had got into when we hit port. The drinking, the sightseeing, the problems with language – all the funny stuff.I left out most of the gritty things, like the time I almost got mugged in Rio, but was saved by the streetwalker I was with. She talked the street hood out of cutting me up. I did lose my wallet, but I was grateful to her. I could have lost a lot more.But we needed fun, not truth-telling, so I kept it light. I was.