This is a story of when he returns to port. The sun beat down on me as I stood on the concrete landing of the Navy port in Norfolk, Virginia. Sweat w...as running down my body, but it wasn’t because of the 95 degree weather. It was because, in a matter of minutes, the love of my life, Kent, would be stepping off of his naval ship for the first time in over 6 months. As I stood waiting with all of the other wives and families, I looked back on the day he left, and how he had promised to return. I stepped up to the proffered derrière, nestled the bulging shaft of my hard cock along the split between Jennifer’s full cheeks and reached around to bury my hands between the four massive breasts. As I leaned forward over Jennifer’s shoulder to meet Kathleen’s offered mouth and stabbing tongue Jennifer began to hunch her butt back against my stiffness. I noticed the movement of her arm reaching between Kathleen’s thighs and realized she must have found her goal when Kathleen stiffened then. "Great," I said. "This is all we need." I think I saw a farmhouse about a mile back," Carol said."Well, I guess it's better than being stranded here." We ventured forth in the torrential downpour and eventually made our way to the farmhouse's front door. We were greeted by your typical caricatured farmer, with overalls, pipe, and drawl."Phones out," he said laconically. "Probably be out until the morning." Well, do you at least have a place for us to stay?" I tried. "It's kind of miserable out. They had spent the last two weeks rehearsing, begrudgingly in Lisa's case, as she hated to be away from her school. Harold had even accepted to do more than half the rehearsals at Sunny Acres (and therefore nude, to Beth's obvious pleasure) so that she would be away as little as possible from her kids. In spite of that, he was still just the least bit anxious because he had not been able to research this woman judge well enough to have an educated guess which way she would swing. She had only.