The guy estimated the number of at bats I'd get over the remaining 17 games of the schedule, and concluded that I could hit a little under .300 the re...t 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. Lying back and spreading my legs, I imagine Jeremy, up in his room, stroking his hard-on as he thinks about my tits. I wonder if he's on his bed or in the bathroom. Don't young boys always jack off in the bathroom? Sliding two fingers inside my wet pussy, I wonder if he's as large as his daddy. God it's been so long since I've thought about that night. I close my eyes and pump my fingers in and out as I recall every detail.It was about 10 years ago, while I was in college, when my sister called. Sensing that the young girl was getting close to her orgasm, Miss Linder dropped away from Tata's chest and buried her face into her smooth pussy while her probing tongue quickly found Tara's erect little clit, flicking at it harshly, making Tara jerk with each connection. Tara cupped her breasts and twisted her pink nipples while she stared down at the woman eating her hot young slit. Her head began to spin out of control as the lust in her clit spread like fire all over her body and a loud. Louis told me that I cannot lie no matter what. ?If I were ever to lie, I would have gone back to the old days of being a chink. ?Only a chink would lie. ?A Christian would never lie. ?So I told him the truth. ?I told him that I did not pray last night. ?I can feel his glare at me even though I lowered my head and was looking at my legs.I was punished for my intransigence. ?Mr. Louis made me kneel in the corner of the living room the entire night.In the morning Mr. Louis came in and explained.