300 the rest of the way and still make it over the .400 hump.That was comforting, but I wondered what I'd have to hit to reach my true goal of .407 --...one point better than The Splendid Splinter, Ted Williams.When we headed back to Baltimore, I had hit safely in 50 consecutive games. I was the first guy, other than Joe DiMaggio, to have ever reached that 50-game plateau.It had been a rewarding road trip. Sandy had been with me for the whole week, and (unlike earlier road trips) she had been. Her clit, smaller than Chris’ was a lot more sensitive and she had to move away several times as I attached it and her labia. Her lips were smaller which gave way to my tongue going deeper inside her pussy. She was on fire. Her orgasm started as small tremors within her legs. It then expanded into her waste and as I reached to grab and pinch a nipple, she exploded all over my face. She shook violently as wave after blissful wave consumed her. I lost it at that point and as Chris was stroking. You can’t exactly say, “Mom, I want to fuck Dad. Is that okay with you? Could I borrow him tonight?” I don’t think the approach would work too well.Mom and Dad don't discuss their sex life with me. I know they do it from time to time. But I suspect that my mom is a woman who has sex with her husband because she feels it is her duty as a wife, not for pleasure.So somehow, I had to get my father to fuck me.An unexpected opportunity came when I was home for spring break. My mom had to fly. I had almost drifted off when Jarvis raised his upper body from my back and begin to grind deep into my butt. His cock started to firm up again and his girth widen. I could feel his huge penile shaft as it took on the mass of a rock hard cock. Jarvis said from above 'David, you're just a cock slut'. I moaned as Jarvis worked his cock deep into my butt 'HHHHHHHHMMMMM, damn Jarvis don't worry about me, I like the feel of a good hard dick in my butt. I don't like to blow a load until you've been.