.. funny crazy. You never know what she’s gonna say or do. She’s lots of fun to have around and she’s a really good friend.”“Does she have t...e world’s sweetest lips like these?” I asked as I took my forefinger and traced it slowly around her broad thick lips.“Mmmmm ... well ... no. I guess not.” She said with a soft sigh.“Does she have beautiful breasts like these?” I asked as I slid my hand beneath her silky top and let my fingers play over her warm young tit-flesh. I could hear her breathing. My Grandfather was very generous.There was a colonel at this base, the second-in-command, who had sorely vexed the Captain when they were younger. Once this man even ordered my uncle whipped. It did not happen, a superior intervened as the perceived offense was a private matter involving a bet on a game of skill, not a military crime. But my uncle did not forget that the unlawful and disgraceful order had been given. So on his post-retirement visit the Captain kneecapped the colonel, then. Beth was wearing black leather and her hair had grown out to an inch in length. She appeared to be looking around as if to see if anyone were watching.Laura walked next to Beth wearing an aqua stretch tube miniskirt. Her hard nipples could easily be seen through the fabric and she had to keep tugging the hem down with her free hand. By her shy glances, anyone could tell she didn't want to be seen.Beth took a sharp right turn to the apparently deserted arts and crafts section of the store.. As I leafed through the pages my mind slowly drifted back to my final cruise to WesPac (The Western Pacific) during the Viet Nam War. The last several pages were about a little duck known to one and all as What Duck? This in part is his story as the story in the cruise book is not complete because the powers-to-be modified the written tale to cover their collective butts. . . 1968-1969 I was stationed aboard a destroyer home ported in Long Beach, California that will forever be known to the.