Collins sat on the chair where Bobby had been sitting. His pants and underwear were pushed down around his ankles. I had so many thoughts running thro...gh my mind as to what would happen next.“Stand closer to me, Mr. Morris.”I could see Bobby shaking as he moved towards Mr. Collins. He reached out and pushed Bobby’s pants and boxers to the floor. His cock was standing erect and pointing towards Mr. Collins. He smiled his approval of Bobby’s cock.“Come, Miss Benson. Join us.” He said pointing to. When our men were cleaned up, we all went to dinner and another show as the ship headed our next port of call, Jamaica.Mom and I had ended up turning into more like sisters that week. Like I've told you, I was drunk most of the time, and so was the rest of my family. I guess that made most of the outlandish things seem okay to me. I still can't believe some of the stuff I did, but I can't go back and change it now. Even if I could, I'm not sure I would change a damn thing about that trip.~~~Dad. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I adore the days when he comes home hard and ready, having thought about me his entire ride home. I love that he calls and gives me a chance to “prepare” for him. The running around the house thinking of new and wonderful ways to please him and surprise him, knowing I am on his mind does the most incredible things to my pussy. But, when Ben gets home angry or stressed, well, as I said those are special days …and nights. This was one of those days. Ben walked in without. They're working on it today and hope to have it ready to go tomorrow," he informed me, then paused."We could go by road, but that's a chancy thing and it's an eight hour ride at the best of times. Plus a single vehicle can be a sitting duck, especially an Army vehicle. Besides," he added, "my old bones don't need to be shaken up again this soon." Did you eat?" he asked next."Yes, the chow here is pretty good. Better than in Korat anyway," I answered."I'm sure the cook will be glad to hear.