The galley was ship-shape, everything in readiness. Neither Daisy nor Greta were to be seen. Constance took a biscuit and a chunk of salted fish from ...he pantry to ease her growling stomach, then went to the door of the cook’s cabin. There were voices within. Greta’s, and Daisy’s. Curiously muffled, but recognizably theirs. Constance opened the door. Her bite of biscuit lodged in her throat. Her eyes widened. Greta’s bed was a good deal larger than the narrow cot in the smaller room. It was. "Well, it's no longer pink and frilly, I'll say that." Why don't you show him what else has changed, Carla, Go ahead, show him what's underneath that dress," my mother said."Here's what else looks different," I said as I pulled my sundress up over my head and dropped it to the floor. It was all I was wearing to the party, my pussy had been sliding on Grant's cock getting the back of my dress wet with my juices."Well, Grant, what do you think of my little baby now?" my mother asked her former. I inherited mine from my dad. I picked up the photograph of Dad and his last Winnebago. I sat, stared, and daydreamed at my desk.Dad loved Airstream trailers, and big Chrysler tow cars. Every long weekend, or vacation, he would bring us kids to the high profile state parks and campgrounds on the shore. We would hike over from the tent areas to look over the Airstreams. Once or twice we found them gathering for one of the big treks. Dad loved the two-axled ones, the longer the better. I prefered. All of Tara’s life, I have been told that I would have my hands full. She has always been a beautiful little girl. She has turned into a beautiful young woman. She stands about 5’4” and weighs about 120 lbs. Tara has straight, blond hair that goes almost to her waist. She has developed curves in all of the right places and the boys that have come over to the house couldn’t hide the fact that they noticed. But one of the most striking features she has is her ‘melt your soul’ deep dark blue eyes..