Hey ... it's what he calls it."I've chatted with you," the operator exclaimed. He fumbled in a drawer and hauled out one of our cards."That's me and m... dad." G3GKPZ," he mumbled. He fumbled some more and fished out his Calling Card. "I get behind on my obligations." He signed it and handed it to me. In a notebook he wrote, CQ Card to W8PSY.CQ is a code used by wireless operators, particularly those communicating in Morse code, (dash dot dash dot, C, pause, dash dash dot dash, Q.), but also by. She screamed uselessly again as my large hands buried her small breasts and began massaging them gently, feeling its softness, its tenderness, its youngness. She twisted and bucked. I groped her, I ran my thumbs around her nipples, p ink and virgin like. I love how her nipples felt under my thumbs. Her sobs were coming fast, with every harder squeeze resulting in a short sharp scream that was lost and muffled. I turned and rolled her nipples between my thumb and index finger. I rubbed my naked. "Is this how you usually wake someone up?" he asked me. I thought for a second and then answered, "Only those people whose cock and who I love" and with that I bent back down and back into my mouth went his cock. I sucked on his cock for several more minutes until he reached down and pulled me off. He then got up to his knees as did I and moving in, we began to kiss one another. For a good several minutes we kissed and caressed each other, Josh first caressing my ass and back before turning to. She made me bend over and parted my legs. Then she slid her hand down between my stomach and the table and forced my cock down between my legs, against the edge of the table. Swish, the cane hurt more than ever after the ‘warm up’ with the tawse. Swish, swish, swish, I had to hold on for just two more and it would be over. She obviously decided it was getting to easy, swish, a hard stroke making me yell out but I stayed in position for the final stroke, swish. She had not finished with me yet. .