Let's go!" and off we proceeded to my truck hand in hand.I had to park in the back of the top level because all the other spots were taken. I was kind...of pissed off about it earlier, but know realized that it was a stroke of good fortune as I opened the door and let her in.It was a busy day at the airport, but we were alone with each other as we kissed passionately. I sat facing the front with her stradling my lap as our tongues roamed each other's mouth. My cock growing bigger and harder with. Oh, yeah.And, I told him my room number and he said yes, and touched my arm,squeezing my bicep, and then ran his hot hand across my chest, caressing myalready hard, aching nipple. Then, he ran his hand down my back and grabbedmy ass, and cupped my balls, at last. At last.And, he nodded and said, yes. Yes, in ten minutes. He had toclose out the till and lock the place up. And, then he would be there.Yes. Yes, he wanted me, too, ever since he’d walked up to take my order.Ever since he saw me. I still have his R 390A hooked up to a high gain antenna and do some DX'ing once in a while. I even have a KWM-2 SSB tranceiver on a shelf somewhere, not to mention an 18Z-3 High power military HF aircraft tranceiver which I'd never bothered even powering up. Dad had gotten the latter 'under the table' so to speak. Coincidently after a trip through Arizona so I assumed it came out of the Pima boneyard.But, while dad was a ham and loved it he still loved farming and, when his dad had an accident. As the room quieted down, John smiled.“If those hens were members of the Red Bandana Society, that chicken farm might never have produced a single egg but that rooster would have died from exhaustion.”The laughter exploded again across the room and now there was a sea of red bandanas waving vigorously in the air.After the laughter died down, John went on to talk about how to invoke masturbatory habits in married men as a defense against straying. Additionally, he proposed that clubs should.