In the center of the room was a sunken seating pit. In the center of which was a chrysanthemum bonsai.On the walls of the room, there were small brass...plaques. As Garcia led us around the room. He pointed out the plaques. “Mr. Holt, these are my ghosts. Welcome to our remembrance hall. All of our family members that have passed are remembered here.” he pointed to a specific plaque. “This is my mother. She was a member of the Folly’s crew all of her life. She was a member of the ship’s congress.. So that is the background to my story, a sexually starved divorcee and her u******e daughter, attracting men, for the their same basic urge.Of course none of this was prevalent or constantly on my mind, or mothers for that, we just went about our business as per norm, neither of us aware of impending needs or urges, though I had mentioned about the old man on the first floor, staring up my skirt as I walked up them, and talking incessantly to me, mum laughed at my constant babbling, telling me. He made sure of that I went to the couch, and sat down, about ten minutes later Dad showed up with the food. I went into the dining room, and we both began to eat. “Here Casey drink the shake I got you”, I took a sip. “Dad thanks this is good”, I replied with a smile. He smiled at me not saying a word. When we finished Dad took everything and dumped it in the trash, and went into the den. “Casey would you come here please”, I heard him call. “Sure Dad be right there” I replied. I went into the. After two days I drink again but this time to catch him so that we can have sex all the time.After drinking I called him but this time while lifting he was holding my boobs and ass in between. This time when he started to fuck, I woke up slowly and opened my eyes. He was shocked and stopped fucking, I shouted at him- what the hell are you doing. He started to stammer and said sorry for doing this. He said he couldn’t control after seeing my body and figure.I asked him whether you have done this.