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 ...ivision 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. He thought maybe she might have gone to the bazaar with her mother, but as he turned to leave, muted but unmistakable sounds drifted to him from Jody's room. Pausing outside his son's room, he put his ear closer to the door. No one spoke, but the sounds were clear and evident.Shanti had finished folding some clothes and was on her way out of the upstairs bathroom when she saw Drummond poised at Jody's door listening. Realizing what was probably going on in the boy's room, she started to say. She kind of did little side steps, sort of fighting off going to the bedroom. As he kept pulling her by the hand she looked over her shoulder at me for my reaction. I looked at her and nodded my head as it was fine to me.She then stopped resisting and allowed herself to be led to the bedroom. Her high heels made clicking noise on the hallway floor to the bedroom, and her naked ass swayed nicely as she walked away from us. In a few moments I heard noises coming from the bedroom. The other guys. We got into the shower I loved how amanda starts to softly caress my body, her hands sliding over my tits then down my stomach turning me round so she can kiss me as her hands cup my bum and squeeze as her tongue explores my mouth.My hands are all over her to caressing and teasing her body as the hot water beats down on us, I feel her fingers ease into my pussy pushing deep making me moan out, one hand still on my bum as she thrusts in and out of my pussy pounding hard and fast.She smiles at me.