Well, must get on. Top field to cut before suppertime, an' it's a big un."And he drove off.Ned sat astride his bike shaking his head. He was at a loss...as to what to make of all that. It sounded like..."Ned!"He looked up."Hello, Gillian."Gillian was wearing a green gingham summer frock, and with her hair tied back looked almost passable. Certainly to a man who had either had a few pints or had a stiffly standing cock on a warm summer afternoon."I'm glad I caught you." As if you weren't waiting. Beall sat and pulled off one boot."Lord, look at that. You got a hole in them already. I don't know how you do that. Take a knife and pare your toenails." Margaret Beall tried to look serious but her sunny disposition made it difficult. She shook her head in mock disgust.Beall smiled and pulled on one of the new stockings. It felt prickly and warm. "Fits fine," he said and dragged off the other boot. He left his wife the stockings he had been wearing, both with holes poked through the toes.. His calloused fingers and hands lightly grazed down my skin causing goosebumps in their wake and as he reached my breasts my nipples stood hard for him. He pinched and pulled each nipple until I squealed for him, but I refused to resist. While he continued to squeeze and pinch my left breast and nipple, he started to bite and suck at my right breast. The sensation of his mouth, teeth, fingers, and hand mauling my breasts brought light moans and gasps as my eyes started to roll back. Just before. Mother and Maisie had derided Spal for being a “crybaby” before he’d been locked back up again…he was still covered with welts the next day…Dad was in trouble for something else, and that morning the two of them had been forced to eat out of dog dishes while crouching naked while the rest of the family, fully clothed, had sat at the table.NowSpalding crossed the street to his house, and he saw Darrell Plunkett posting a letter in the mailbox. He recognized Mr. Plunkett from his ChasteBois.