From now on me and Bert shared the secret and the action. It was absolutely outrageous, being in this environment and whispering about our last encoun...er with Bill, like girls. We were both properly fucked in by now, our asses ready for anything. He took us together a couple of times and we used to have sex in front of him while he jerked off. Sometimes he was in a hurry and he was satisfied with only a blowjob. This silent, very dominant man was my first experience as a slut.The time went on.. ”Me – “I understand, Di. No problems”Di – “My sweet brother. I won’t make you wait anymore. Come to me. Lie down here my darling.”And she held my head, placing it gently over her lap. I closed my eyes and folded my hands. She pulled out her kerchief and placed it over my eyes and just tied its ends behind my head. She took a minute and held my head up and I reached for her nipple.I caught her nipple as soon as it touched my lips. She trembled as soon as my lips circled her nipple. I started. I guess I am more of a one-on-one guy.”“Well, in that case, how would you like to play a little one-on-one with me?”“Game on.”I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. We stood there looking at each other until he reached for the button on his cargo pants. “Let me do that.” And I fell to my knees and undid the button and unzipped him. I reached in and took out his cock and marveled at how big it was. At seven and a half inches it was an inch bigger than my husbands and maybe a bit thicker. I. But Teddy Ballgame was the last guy who'd done it -- in 1941! My father hadn't been born yet, when Williams hit over .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.