He sent the regular report and then asked for a voice frequency. Shortly, he was laughing as he wrote out their reply.“They think I’m crazy,” he...told us, “but they did send me a frequency and call sign,” he added and handed me the piece of paper with the FM frequency and a call sign written on it. I set the frequency on the transmitter and receiver and fired the rig up. Meadows had turned the GRC-109 off, and Sawyer had gone to get the Captain.“Tasty Rabbit, Tasty Rabbit, this is Golden Badger. Sue was so excited now, she didn't care! She simply hunched back to help him insert all his young digits into her wet, clinging twat.Sue groaned with pleasure as the kid's whole hand slid into her cunt. She lifted her mouth reluctantly off her husband's slick dong to give the lad encouragement."Ohhh, yesssssss! Fuck me with your hand, son!" she moaned. "Make a fist and shove it up my cunt as far as it'll go! Uhhhhggggghhh, God, yes! Fuck me with your fist, baby!!!"The boy began to fuck Sue with. It was only an hour before they rolled in, most of the football team, still wearing their jackets and hats and assorted douchebag paraphernalia. Most of our team were with us and there was an instant stand-off.Their quarterback and linebacker, along with a running back and a block came over to us with folded arms. 'Well, well, if it isn't the retarded kids, ' said the linebacker, whom I later found out was called Jimmy.I should probably describe Jimmy. I had imagined him for some reason being. They stood obediently in front of the men’s leering gazes. “I told you she were a babe, didn’t I Ralph?” the man who’d spoken to them said to a fat middle-aged man with a dark brown polyethylene tie, a grubby white shirt and a pair of shiny black polyester trousers.. “Yeah! You weren’t fucking kidding either, Bob? She’s the best fucking piece of arse I’ve seen in a fuck of a while.” Ralph puffed out a mouthful of blue smoke, and took another drag of his filter-tipped cigarette. “So you’re a.