"Hey, hey, come on, the chaplain said consolingly, running tip to her and wrapping his muscular arms around her.

"Chaplain, I-" Anna started.

"Listen, call me Chet," he said, running his huge hands slowly up and down her shaking arms. "If your problem's that serious, we'd better be on a first-name basis."

Anna looked up and saw his handsome face smiling at her. Something told her that she could trust him.

"It's about my son and me," she began hesitatingly. "You see, my husband's away a lot and- Oh, God! Why beat around the bush? Chet, I want to go to bed with my own son!" Anna blurted out.

Chet opened his eyes widely and let out a low whistle.

"I see what you mean when you say you've got a problem," he said quietly. "But have you ever thought that part of it's because you might be a very lonely woman?"

"I-I guess," she said, noticing that Chet's voice was growing huskier.

"And maybe you need the right kind of man to take care of you while your husband's away," he said, pulling her closer to him and clamping his lips on hers.

"Please! Oh, my God, you re the chaplain!" Anna cried, pushing herself away from him.

"So what does that have to do with it?" he asked, laughing loudly as he continued to hold tightly onto her. "Religion's changing, and we've got to go along with the changes."

"But not this much! I-mmmggghffff!" Anna mumbled as Chet jammed his thick, hot wet lips against hers one more time. At the same time he slowly slid his hands down her sides until they cupped around her taut ass-cheeks. Kneading them gently, Chet drove his thick tongue deeper and deeper into her mouth until Anna thought she'd choke from the spittle that flowed down her throat.

"I'll lock the door," he whispered hoarsely as he ran back and bolted it shut.