Anna had to agree with her. Chaplain Thompson's looks combined with his powerful handshake made her already steamed-up snatch grow even hotter.

"I think I'll be going to church more often," one of the others giggled nervously.

Suddenly Anna had an idea. Maybe this new chaplain would listen to her problem. She had to tell someone about the feelings she had toward her son.

As the three women turned and walked into the club, Anna took Chaplain Thompson aside for a second and whispered in his ear.

"Please, I've got to talk to you as soon as possible," she hissed nervously.

"Official business?" he asked softly. There was something warm, comforting and inviting in his voice that made Anna's knees almost buckle under her.

"Yes, and it's urgent," she added.

"Right after the luncheon-in the chapel," he said as he took her arm and led her into the reception room.

Anna fidgeted all through the seemingly endless stream of speeches that welcomed the new chaplain. Her mind drifted and focused on Greg's powerful body, his hairy chest, his cunt-chuming cock. Occasionally Anna snapped herself out of her daydreaming and looked around. Then she saw Chaplain Thompson staring curiously at her. Slowly, Anna began to wonder if the good chaplain's interest in her was strictly professional.

Finally the last speech ended. Anna stayed in the dining room, watching Chaplain Thompson talk to the gaggle of cock-hungry Navy wives until he looked up and saw her worried expression.

"Excuse me, ladies, but I'd better get over to the chapel and get to work," he said as he flashed another broad smile and walked briskly out of the club.

Anna waited for ten minutes, then followed him. She thanked God that the chapel was empty. He stood in front of the altar, staring at her as she closed the door.

"Okay, Anna, what's wrong?" he asked kindly.

"Oh, my God, I-I-I feel sooo sick!" she cried, putting her hands over her face and sobbing loudly. The tension and guilt that had been building up for months finally broke through.