From her home permanent on her short hair, to the housedress, to the frilly apron she had on, she was all mom. "Oh, Krysti!" She held out her arms. "M... baby's come back home!"Jean's embrace practically lifted Krysti into the house. Inside, it had been transformed as well. The sparse, functional furniture had been replaced with antiques. The tables and bookshelves were crammed with silver-framed pictures. Pictures of Krysti."Mommy's so happy to see her baby!" Jean cried, engulfing Krysti in her. She stood with her legs spread over my face, removed the inserted rubber dam and pushed my mouth under her womb. Her twat smelled of sweat and very musky. She straddled my head, pushed and emptied her cargo into my mouth. I sucked on her twat like a man who had not had a drop to drink in a month. When I tried to reposition her and insert my cock, she rejected me and told me that it was her fertile time and she wanted to finish me by hand. So I cleaned her twat, not spilling a drop and blasted a. Sure, they wanted me to fail to break DiMaggio's record, but they wanted me to fail, fair and square.In the sixth inning, the Yankee long reliever threw one inside to me again, and, despite its being a little too high, I got the bat on it and popped out to first.Now it was official. I'd made an out, and unless I got a late-inning hit, the streak would end. We were also losing the game, 3-0, at that point.It looked a little rocky, but things went badly haywire for the Yankees in the eighth. I. I didn’t want to go I wasn’t in the mood to be sociable but on the other hand if I stayed behind mom had a list of things for me to do before dad came home (dad’s a trucker and he comes home every 10 or so days). Aunt Susan is my dad’s sister, she’s in her mid-forties, has five children two are married and gone but the three girls still at home are a bunch of social bees there’s always someone at her house I should say a lot of “someones” because there’s always a crowd of 7 or 8 kids there.