The operator's a guy named Tony Snellgrove. Tony and I were both members of the Panhandle Ham Club back in the mid- 80s. Anyway, when we made contact ...e sent for their group leader, a guy named Terry Cooper, and he just got to the radio. All I know is that they have 48 people in their group."I took the radio and for some reason I was tentative as I said, "Good morning, this is Steve Clement at Whiting. It's nice to hear we have neighbors."There was no hesitation as I heard, "Good morning Steve,. Richard runs his hands over the surface of my lower body, barely touching my skin. The sensation sends shivers up and down my spine. I get wetter and wetter, as he kisses around my inner thighs. Gently his fingertips spreads open my wet lips, and his tongue explores inside, flicking my clitoris and driving me insane. My throat swallowing the length of his cock once more. Richard skillfully played inside my pussy with his finger and tongue, as I moaned with pleasure to the point my body. Finally, words found him. He looked his mother in the eyes.“But mom… we can’t. I mean, isn’t it wrong?”His mother flashed him a smile - her typical, everything-is-going-to-be-ok smile - and squeezed his arm harder.“Yes, my dear, it is… if you listen to what other people say.”His confusion must have showed, because she gave him a knowing nod and continued. Her voice soft and sweet. The warmth of her hand noticeably closer to his loins.“You have to understand one thing - family members fuck all. Our story was that Prof and Vanessa were doing so for a year or so, before they moved back to their own home, to keep an eye on their 17-year old daughter, and because they liked treating me as their grandson and getting to know me better, considering I might be their son-in-law one day. That was accepted by the mothers pretty well, although it required us to dilute that story with their daughters as soon as we could. We definitely didn't want them to think I was out of their reach.I very much.