You know that." That's why I'm here -- to give you your ticket and to beg you to go. Sandy, I've gotten a hit every night you've been at the ballpark ...-- every night! I've got a seven-game hitting streak going." You've had lots of seven-game streaks." Yeah. But still. After all the troubles, and the beaning, and all. It's been kind of erratic, y'know? But, when you're there, I'm OK." Josh, this is wrong on so many levels, I can't even enumerate them." Because you think I'm getting -- dependent. He stepped out of his trousers, and once more I could see his bulging cock aching to jump out of his briefs. I pulled off his briefs and pounced on his cock and tormented it with kisses. He was now totally nude, and I could see his tight butt swaying in mirror behind me. Did he have a sexy butt or what! He was near to coming, when he suddenly pulled his cock out. He pulled me close and tormented my nipples for another few minutes. He then kissed me and asked me if he could enter me. I was a. “Absolutely. Me too; I’m gonna crash any time now. Let’s get ready for bed. What time do we need to get up?”“It’s Sunday. Mom and Dad’re going shopping at 11. I’m going with them. If you want to go, should I roust you in time?” Lynette smiled.“Oh, sure. If I’m not up, kick me out of bed by 9:30.”On Sunday morning, Tom awoke with a raging hardon. He felt around and the bed was empty; then he heard Lynette in the hall talking with her mom. Sighing, he got out of bed, slipped on his robe, and. She came that time, hard, he thought. Still, sometimes her fat turned him off.So this one night in New Mexico he parked his rig and checked his little book. Nothing. Well, he had seen a café and a bar around the block. His belly growled. He locked up and took a hike.The café was fairly clean. The waitress was about a hundred years old. The food was good, but he had to ask for fries instead of beans. “You’re not from around here, are ya’ stranger.” Yeah, that was the attitude. But he ate, paid.