I had my wife check and I was dry as a bone.My finger nub is finally about healed and my brain is figuring out the right signals to give me which is g...od. The nerves which are at my fingertip used to be on the circumference of my finger. When I would touch something with the tip of my finger I would get the feeling that my finger was inside the object. Which is cool and all but weird. My brain is also adjusting for the shorter distance involved. It’s true your brain keeps track of how long your. Just for a minute, I debated with myself about letting the two soldiers have a little more fun in their life. I decided it wasn't fair to the women. I slipped back into the wardroom, very quietly, and made sure the door was shut tightly behind me. The women had lined up facing the door so both of the soldiers faced away from me. It took only seconds to shoot them both, twice. Some blood did wind up on the women as the exit wounds were significantly larger than the bullet entrance, but that's. With that, Jon moved up next to me on the bed and Carol moved over next to my man. They had both come down stairs with bathrobes on and as they moved up to us, they both undid the sashes on their robes and took them off. Both were nude. Without saying a word, Jon placed his arms around me as I rose up in bed, gave me a nice long kiss, "Carol's still on my cock" he whispered in my ear. "Suck my cock baby" he then added as he reached down to take hold of the blanket still covering me and pulled. "With that enigmatic comment, and not waiting for a reply, he rang off.On deck some hours later, Henry saw an abaya-covered figure descending from one of the Golden Palace Rolls-Royces. She was conducted aboard through the Purser's gangway and when Henry went below she was waiting for him in his stateroom, dressed in the familiar silken gown of the Golden Palace harem, but a golden one, a colour he had never seen before. She immediately dropped to the floor and did not rise until he told her to.