May slid her hand down the bottom of my penis and gently cupped my balls as she stepped closer, pressing her massive tits against my body and pulled m... head to her warm body. “Don’t be afraid.” she whispered to me in the same ear she had kissed. “I understand, you’re not in trouble, I can help you if you’d like.” The first two parts helped me calm down, but the last part made my heart skip a beat. “Um, what do you mean?” I asked trying to catch my breath. “I mean I would like you to help me. The club she went to was jam packed with sailors in town for R&R and they were buying rounds of drinks for almost every girl in sight. Needless to say they kept buying endless rounds for my wife's group and started to chat them up. After a couple of drinks and high on the alcohol, my wife started to dance with one of the sailors, a black guy known as Greg. They were dirty dancing with each other on the dance floor, openly caressing, groping, kissing and feeling up each other's body. Greg then. ?”“Did I what, Daddy?” Honey said in about the most immature sexy pouty voice she could muster as she looked at him with her big green eyes, a smile lighting up her rounded face as she batted her eyelashes at him again and then squeezed each of her plump honeydews, winking as the abundance of skin swelled over her fingers she was so overstacked and then gave her popsicle a butterfly lick before biting the rest of it off of the wooden stick and chewing it up, a little bit of chocolate syrup. It dawned on me that I had only seen her sitting in the drivers seat so I was looking forward to at least walking with her a bit. I looked over at the bar and then back to her but she was still in the van moving around. She yelled out to turn around as she was changing into some jeans. She took a couple minutes and then jumped out of the van wearing some torn up jeans, an old Ted Nugent t-shirt and a pair of beat up looking Doc Martin boots. My jaw dropped as she jumped on my back and.