. I just miss him!I have my stuffies to keep me company and all of the wonderful, naughty toys that daddy and I play with but none of them do it quite...like him. I lie awake most nights trying to play with myself and make my clit feel like it does when he caresses it or trying to finger my tight holes as he would but it just doesn't feel the same. I can't reach the blissful, bed shaking, breathtaking climax that I do when he touches me.another thing I miss is his thick cock, the way it feels,. I moved a little, a few twinges and my skin was stiff with semen and other assorted body fluids. I stank like a cess pit, but the coffee was good. Anne, Jane and Bill came in, Jane held a McDonalds’ burger container. Anne had towels and lotions. Bill had a steaming bowl of water. Anna said, ‘Eat Joyce-Lynne we will clean you up a bit more. I did a little while you were asleep, but you are still rather on the nose.’ She laughed as Bill placed the bowl beside me and gently took a foot in his. " Sorry, mom, I can't help myself when I'm holding a beautiful woman in my arms."Sara responded, " It's Ok Jack. A woman likes to know they are desirable. We can talk more about this on the cruise. Now it’s time for you to pack your bags and get some sleep."Pack the bags -yes. But getting to sleep would be difficult. All sorts of incestuous thoughts raced through his mind.The next morning Sara called the cruise line and explained the situation. The cruise line understood and were willing to. His eyes were closed as he stood in front of the toilet. His right hand wrapped around his hard-on. Rachael gasped gently as Steve’s hand started to move slowly up his organ, his foreskin engulfing his swollen purple head. Then in a slow and gentle rhythm his hand would pull the foreskin of his penis down once again exposing his glistening glans.Rachael looked away for she knew she should not look. This was her son-in-law in front of her. But some uncontrollable urge forced her to turn her head.