We caught each other's eye and seemed to gravitate towards each other. We stood in front of each other, both of us smiling like a pair of Cheshire cat.... She slid her arms around my neck and I slid a hand around her waist and on her ass. We danced together in time with the music not saying a word. I stared into her blue eyes as she looked into mine. Her smell was intoxicating, a mixture of tropical and mango, mostly mango.She leant her head forward and our lips touched, it was electric. At. Batao bi sono mery rajaMain. Mummy rat ko mummy apny jawan bety k sath so jati hain our sb enjoy karti hain jawni ka maza lottiHain. Mummy ye sun kar our madhosh ho gai main ny aay tak boobs main hath dalMummy. Vo kesyMain. Mummy husband wife ki trha dono ek bed py hoty hain full nangyMain ny zor sy mummy ky boobs dbay mummy es bar thori suskaari liMummy. Aaaaaah aestaMummy. Madhosh hoty hwy hamry india main bi ye sbMain. Han mumbai main to bohatMain. Bohat si mummys apny beton ky sath pati. Or should I say ... wolfishly? Eh? Eh? Cause I was a big walking humanoid wolf! Hah! Wait, I’d already described my grin as wolfish. As I kicked myself for jumping the gun on that, Victory sniffed and said: “I’m a biokinetic. Size does not impress me. Technique does. Resume your form. Now!” her voice held that femdom crack that we all loved her for.I looked at Ali, who wasn’t even trying to hide her giggles.I shifted back to my human form.Victory put her hands on her hips, looking out at the. 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.