"Have you drank it all, or is there any of that nectar left?" I asked as I walked into the lounge, I was wearing just a short robe over a pair of whit... panties, the biggest I had (but that wasn't saying much.)He'd changed into a pair of cut off shorts that displayed his muscular thighs and grinned at me as he poured out some more champagne,"Are you ready for your massage?" and gestured to a large bath towel on the floor,"Ooh yes please" I smiled, "But it's my back you know, my nipples are fine". The FCC licenses Hams after they pass a test. You are issued a call sign that you must use on the air. Mine is KG4AZQ. We have certain areas of frequencies called bands that are for our use. If you come to my RV, I can show you my radio mounted in it and we can probably hear my call on twenty meters."Jeanette said, "It's about lunchtime. Let's get some lunch and we can go out there after that." What would you have for lunch? Would tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches be good?"Dick made his. I was now faced with a glistening, deep, wet pussy. Some pussy juice flowed out of her cunt as soon as I opened it up. I put my tongue out at the base of her opening and let this little stream of juice pool onto my tongue. I took it and swallowed it. The taste was superb. I rammed my tongue into my momsâ’ cunt and started to lap away at her. She was now moaning away in pure incestuous lust. It finally struck me. I had my tongue inside the deep, loose, hairy, soaking wet vagina of my own. The Patriarch continued, trying to imitate Ursempyre's voice, with mixed results:"'I spit on you, devil. Release me from my torture, there is no more need to gloat over your victory'. To which I would reply 'This is not victory, this is a prelude to the real fun. Didn't you like my story? Was it not educational? It's actually a parable where I am the koma father and all you ant-like people are the little birds and I'm killing you off one by one to see which one will be able to fly'."Ursempyre.