?No Alice. I don't want to do that.? ?I see and tomorrow you were only going to make me do the things I wanted to do?? I more challenged than...asked. An evil grin broke out on his face. ?Mmm-hmm. See? And it isn't like I am asking you to swallow it and it isn't like it is someone else's.? ?No, I guess not.? He said reluctantly bending forward. His tongue went out but he paused before he made contact. He looked up at me to see if I was really serious. When he saw that I. 400. 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 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 was… it wasn’t my boyfriend or anything,” she did not want to tell him it was her father that had raped her.“I supposed you’re bound to run into a few perverts dressed like that.”“Is it really that bad? Does dressing like this make men go crazy?” she was confused.“A little.” Mr. Richards reached around her face from behind and pushed one of his fingers into her mouth.“Ut are u ooing (What are you doing?)” she mumbled.“You take off your clothes in my house and you don’t think I'm gonna do. I am to old for you April sweetie , I know but I am old enough too . She starts crying and pouting and shouts . "I am eighteen ! " I do not want another guy ! I want you .Look at these , she flashes me her tits and what about this?.She lifts her plaid skirt then drops her panties , showing me her hairless pussy . Her folds are wicked tight Now do you think I am a woman ?. I got a hard on and she noticed it , Never Mind telling me Tony I can see your already thinking with your other head.