.. 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 my 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 voice. “Right,” he agreed. “I’m gonna call them now. Hold on, baby.”Less than five minutes later, I was letting the paramedics help me onto a stretcher.“Deep breaths,” an EMT said, giving me a warm smile. “You’ve got this, Mama.”Mama. Holy shit. That’s what I was about to become.It all happened so fast. A few hours of labor later, she was in my arms. I’d reached for her instinctively, and they gave her to me, let me have her because she was mine. Wes had cut the cord, already beside me, wiping my. While I was still sitting there with my panties down around my ankles, Amber broke our kiss and slowly stood up. I was mesmerized by her beautiful blue eyes looking down at me as she began to pull up the front of her dress.She moved herself over me as she spread her legs wide so that she now straddled my naked thighs. As if they had a will of their own, my hands moved to her legs and began to caress the backs of her thighs.My eyes dropped to the hem of her dress which was just below her crotch.. I’ve come three times... Come up here and kiss me.“He did as she asked, stitching a line of kisses beginning from his final lick, up her body. His tongue circled her bellybutton. Then more kisses between her breasts, ending at her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his body, and pressed her lips to his. Their tongues played together for minutes, until she broke away, and with surprising strength, rolled him over onto his back. She knelt over him, and looked into his eyes, her unaffected smile.