She had given the hotel masseur a big tip to massage her naked (him, not her, she had opened the door to him in the buff). A further tip for extra se...vices rendered had not been necessary. He had licked her to heaven during her massage and then fucked her twice for impure enjoyment and she had slept very soundly that night. Today she had gone to the beach club, installed herself in a long chair on the sand, taken off her sarong and lain totally revealed in a very tiny string bikini. The young. We went out to a nice restaurant, and I started testing the water to see what she was into.She was one of those girls, like Sara, who had been raised in a really strict household. She had gone to college and it was there that she started experiencing life. Note: when ever a girl says that she enjoys "living life" it means she likes getting fucked. She asked me about Sara, and I told her about my wife without giving any details away as too our lifestyle. I asked her if she had a boyfriend, and. 400!So I didn't care about Willie Keeler or Cap Anson or some dude from 1887 named Tip O'Neill. Hell, the rules of the game weren't even the same, way back then, when they were running up those ridiculous averages.But Ted Williams' and his .406? Oh, man! I wanted that one!I wanted to hit .407!We were starting to win again, as a team, around that time. The flurry of dissention that had begun when Shiggie had been "exposed" as a homosexual had died down. The team's leaders -- notably the Latino. One of them is encouraging our daughters to select good mates. Steve would be a very good choice. Now, I’ve said my piece and I’ll leave you two to talk!” she grinned.Nancy got up, winked at me when she was behind Kara and left the kitchen. I heard her go upstairs, understanding that she intended to give us some privacy.“Sorry,” Kara said, slumping in her chair.“About what? That your mom thinks we belong together? That’s no crime! That she said something about it? That isn’t a crime either,.