God I thought it's good to be back and among friends. The Sgt. Major was one of a very few I could trust here, and I always enjoyed the time we spent ...ogether. The man was over fifty years old, and one of the meanest bastards I ever had the pleasure of knowing. I don't think there was a Marine in the Republic of South Vietnam that didn't know or know about him. He was a legend and I was proud to call him a friend."By the way Sarge, I almost forgot, Chung's village got hit about two weeks after. There was no reason to get dressed, so we didn’t. Abby went to the phone and ordered room service. Two wedge salads with bleu cheese and a sirloin strip to share and a bottle of pinot noir to wash it down. Twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door. We donned the hotel bath robes. Abby opened the door to the room service waiter. As he rolled the cart in Abby went for her purse and, you guessed it, a 50. As she handed the bill to the waiter she purposely let the robe fall open exposing. As she reached her hand inside his zippered opening she pulled out a flaccid dick that she eagerly started sucking on. The boy had his hands on the back of her head and just kept encouraging her to take as much as possible.I couldn't believe I just sat there watching this. This is my daughter and here I am with a raging hard on and anticipating the what's next. My urge was to pull out my own throbbing dick and stroke some relief. However, the thought of jacking off to my daughters sexual. I checked the spells that remained, and noticed they were either frayed, or fading. I canceled them. I would do a whole new set shortly. But first, I wanted a shower.I am not sure how long I was in the shower, when I heard a pounding on my door. I turned off the shower, and grabbed my robe. I was pulling it on as I walked towards the door. It broke open before I got there."Police! Get on the floor, now!" yelled an officer in blue.Far be it from me to offer any arguments to the police. I.