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.Wh...n 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 entirely happy about being there. Besides, we were lovers now,. I don’t think he minded because I expect he’ll be eating from those cardboard boxes for the next three days. Along the waterfront I saw the Olympic Torch. Yes, Savannah hosted the 1996 Olympic Yachting events. Again—who knew?I went on the ghost tour at eleven that night, meeting a guide dressed like a ghoul in a cemetery. If there hadn’t been ten others in the tour group, I would have run away in the first five minutes. As it was, when I got back to the B&B, I kept imagining people coming into. " Jeannie moaned as the slaps became louder and the jiggling skin of her ass became more pronounced. "Ohh....God...Damn!!! I'm gonna cum, Jeannie.....Ohhh shit!!" Andre shuddered as he thrust faster and faster. The violent movement made Jeannie further wobblier, until finally she collapsed on her stomach as Andre thrust into her. His body followed her and soon rested atop her, penis still inserted. She moaned incoherently as he asked if she was okay, then pressed into her again, his. She used the mirror and stripper pole well; Rachel made mental notes of the OHOO’s and AHAA’s that she garnered from the audience. Rachel was beginning to feel the booze and the sexual tension in the room; her pussy was wet and her nipples were hard. Maybe, just maybe, she could do this. The last girl before her was the black Amazon dressed in a leopard skin two piece outfit. She strode onto the stage to a heavy jungle beat; immediately she owned the crowd. Her tits were real, her ass was.