I went back into the kitchen to make final preparations for dinner. When I called them in for dinner, they came with much giggling. The ties to Maries...halter top were undone, and she asked me to help re-tie them. By now, I had lost my spot at the dinner table. Karl had complained that it was a drag seeing my scowling and glum face while he ate. At Maries suggestion, I had prepared the table for two with candles to give it a more romantic feel. Marie had also put some thought into my wardrobe.. “No, we have another three days of sailing, and I will be spending most of the time on deck. It’s a tricky passage up the east coast of India. We have to navigate the Palk Strait, a narrow passage of water between India and Ceylon. The water is shallow with shifting sandbanks and shoals. The river Vaigai empties into the Strait, and depending on its flow the position of the sandbanks can move. We will have a leadsman in the bows throughout the passage. Hard work for all the crew and I must be. With one half-asleep eye open, Jack softly kissed her neck and wrapped his arm around her torso, cupping her breast. His other hand with a loving and gentle touch found the nub at the top of her slit and grazed it softly. Fay groaned into his ear as the slow realisation of how she was being woken washed over her. ‘Yes.’ she gasped airily. ‘Good morning.’ whispered Jack into her ear. ‘Cock for breakfast?’ Fay smiled and gasped, feeling her wetten a little, he pressed his cock into her. Slowly. It was like... like... like he'd found himself again, his purpose, his reason for being."Found myself," he muttered, setting his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray. "Yeah."He picked up the guitar and grabbed the G chord again. He began to pick at the strings, throwing out a simple melody as it formed in his head."Found myself," he said, half-singing those words this time.But it wasn't just that he'd found himself at the moment, was it? No, not at all. It happened every night — every.