So there we were in the window of the coffee bar looking out on the crowds of office workers and municipal employees, drinking coffee and deciding how...to spend our day. I was conventional enough, rather a precious graduate student in my green corduroy jacket and bow tie, but Jane – did I mention that Jane smoked little imported Dutch cigars? She didn’t smoke them all the time, or even very often, but sometimes in the coffee bar she would light up. Usually it would be on a hat day – you see, if. Ann leaned down to allow him to take a boob into his mouth and suckle a nipple. When she did, her hips moved and caused Wills prick to enter her vagina. When she slid back, her hymen met his hard cock. She jerked with surprise, but the thought that her brothers mouth was surrounding her budding breast, she was in control, her body was being loved, she felt love for the boy under her, and she was now in high school, so she pressed back downward again and shoved her hymen harder into the pole. Now I did not feel ashamed.We stretched out on the couch with me between her legs. Shanaya reached down, took my hard cock, rubbed its head against her dripping pussy and placed its head between the lips of her wet pussy – she was so wet I was sure that she had to be getting her juices all over the sofa. Shanaya told me to put a pillow under her hips so that I can insert it properly in her cunt without hurting her. I obeyed her and pulled a pillow and put it beneath her hips.Now I could see her. I couldn't get it done.As it turned out, I couldn't get a flat .400 done, either. Still, the batting average was only an afterthought when we won the Division and sent the Yankees home for the year without giving them so much as a smell in the playoffs.Now, that was satisfying!My final regular season average for my rookie year was .394.I would be the American League batting champion. The nearest guy to me had hit .346. (I had to go and look at his whole line, of course. The bastard had hit 17.