It would require a flurry of hits in the season-ending three-game series to creep back over the .400 mark.Hitting .407 was already an impossible dream... Ted's mark was safe. 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. That didn’t matter to me, because Gibson and I had our sights set on Tyrone and Sara. Tyrone swam over to me, and pulled me close. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, and we kissed passionately for several minutes with Tyrone caressing my tits and ass. I pulled away from his lips to sneak a peek at Gibson and Sara. Gibson was sitting on the first step of the pool, leaning back on the pool edge. Sara was laying across the bottom two steps between his legs. Sara was playing. I promise you, you will walk out of here able to please yourself and your boyfriend. Please lay down and scoot your bottom to the end of the table.’ the doctor watches Star’s shapely tail move to the edge, his cock hardening at the site of her exposed privates. The doctor tells her to relax as he dons rubber gloves and sits between her open thighs. Her scent wafting thru the room. His cock jumps against his pants eager to slide inside Star. ‘Now I’m going to touch you and then insert the. Buscando lo que trataba de esconder.... con semejante sensación y algo de calor, no tardamos en sudar un poco, cuando me di cuenta sus pechos traslucián por el sudor y dejaban ver la aureolas y pezones... madre mía... cuando me separaba un poco entre el escote, no muy grande pero suficiente, enseñaba sus turgentes pechos, dorados por el sol del verano... Ya no tenía ni pensamientos rancios, ni suicidas.. mas bien era de suicidas ninja no prestar la atención adecuada a mi nueva y sugerente.