I slowly scan the stories, debating over which one to choose. Finally selecting one I see fit for my current mood I click on it. My white teeth sink i...to the soft pink of my lip as I lay back, spreading my legs slightly underneath the blanket. The soft material feels so comforting against my bare pussy that I already want to touch. But I refuse.I read the story in great depth, allowing myself to get lost in the story line. I get wet as the characters in the story become aroused, and as her. Sheryl push me down on the bed now riding my cock pressing it deep and grind when she went down. She said "don't cum yet" we moved further up on the bed. She moved back down on my cock and licked the shaft taste her juices then sucking the head. She had caressed my balls giving them a light squeeze, she began sucking my cock deeper, I could feel her rubbing my ass with her finger slowly inserting it slowly pushing deeper, she began to curl her finger till it pressed on my prostate she had. I pulled into the parking lot and saw a familiar figure pre-flighting a Piper Archer. I grabbed my bag, locked the BMW, and walked through the gate.“Hi, Aimee!” I called out.“Steve!” she exclaimed and ran over and literally jumped into my arms.I was glad I’d dropped the bag as soon as she ran towards me. I caught her, hugged her, and we exchanged a quick, chaste kiss, then I put her down.“That’s it? That’s the greeting you give a sailor come home from war?”I chuckled, pulled her to me, and did. Added to it, a major front swept in from the southern plains. Warm water, cold air and massive winds combined to kill 19 ships, and stranded or wrecked 19 others.Should such a storm occur today, with a comparable volume of shipping, the monetary loss alone would exceed one hundred million dollars. Similar storms, like the November 11th, Armistice Day Storm in 1940, have had their share of shipping tragedy, but nothing like 1913.1913 produced 90 mph winds, short-coupled waves were reported.