NowSpalding crossed the street to his house, and he saw Darrell Plunkett posting a letter in the mailbox. He recognized Mr. Plunkett from his ChasteBo...s support group and indeed, he’d mowed the guy’s lawn.“Hey Mr. Plunkett, how’s it going?” Spalding asked in a friendly voice. Darrell looked up and grinned.“How’s it going, Spalding? You missed the last Chastebois meeting.” Darrell lowered his voice when he said this, although the streets in their suburban neighborhood were deserted.“Yeah, we had. The Scotsman listens as the crowd again cheers "RUN!! RUN!!".The Scotsman is enjoying the game and begins screaming with the fans.The fifth batter comes up and four balls go by,The Umpire calls: "Walk."The batter starts his slow trot to first base.The Scot stands up and screams, "Run ye lazy bastard, run!"The people around him begin laughing.Embarrassed, the Scot sits back down.A friendly fan notes the man's embarrassment, leans over and explains, "He can't run -- he has four balls."The Scot. I felt no shame, just contentment as I eased my body from atop of him, my hand deliberately dropping down to feel and see if his cock was hard, which it was.'I think you enjoyed it too', I said mischievously, as I took hold of him again and shook it as I wrapped my long fingers around it again.'It was nice', was his reply, to which, from nowhere I asked him bluntly, 'Would you like to feel something else', to which he just nodded in the affirmative?I slid down the bed and under the sheets, and. I smiled at myself and continued eating when Sandra began giggling and said, “Dad, mommy is looking at you.” I looked up at Carol and smiled. “Sandra, eat your food, honey,” I said. Carol smiled as our eyes met once more and turning to our daughter said, “Mommy loves daddy a lot, just as she loves you.” As I swallowed the morsel in my mouth, Carol continued, “The parent-teacher conference is coming up soon. I hope you will be present.” “When is it?” I asked. “Next month. There have been.