Next time, I’ll have to expand my meal planning, eh?”“I certainly hope there’s no ‘next time’, this one walk is enough for me!”I started...to take down the tarp, and pack the blanket and sleeping bag. We settled on the poncho, sipping our coffee (I took the soup can ‘coffee cup’, wrapping it in my bandanna to avoid scalding myself), and chewing our ersatz sandwiches. Once we completed our meal, I felt around in my pack, and withdrew a handheld Amateur radio. I placed the batteries in the proper. We were inundated with replies, but it soon became apparent that most of these guys don't actually pay the website subscription, which means that their contact details are not revealed. Together with other factors, like they were too far away, or too old, or too young or too fat etc, the number of suitable guys was pretty low (around zero in fact). Another fact also became apparent; seeing a photo of the prospective guy was quite important to both of us, but the only part of the anatomy that. "Mom," I began without turning to face her, "I have to tell you something." Sure honey, what is it?" I heard her voice in my ear.Finally I turned to her and looked her in the eyes. "You first have to promise me you won't be mad. Okay?" Why would I be mad at you?" Please just promise," I pleaded.She took my hand in hers and gave me a warm smile. "I promise, now what is it?" I..." I began and quickly looked down at our hands. I mumbled a bit, playing with her hands as I did, before the words. .but on the underside of her other breast.She shrieked and shuddered at the unexpected blow, and then let out a feminine scream as the pain from the cane stroke pulsated through her bosom. It was a pretty firm first stroke, and I could see a thin red streak forming where the cane had struck her.I traced her cleavage and tapped the cane above her areolas this time. Her breathing was more rapid than ever. I knew that she must be cursing the blindfold that prevented her from seeing my facial.