As it turned out, I couldn't get a flat .400 done, either. Still, the batting average was only an afterthought when we won the Division and sent the Y...nkees home for the year without giving them so much as a smell in the playoffs.Now, that was satisfying!My final regular season average for my rookie year was .394.I would be the American League batting champion. The nearest guy to me had hit .346. (I had to go and look at his whole line, of course. The bastard had hit 17 homers and knocked in. Unke do bacche hai ek ladka jo ki delhi main padhte hai, ik ladki jiski shadi ho gai hai.Unki aakhien bahut nashili hain.Aur wo jab chalti hai toh acche accho ke lund khade ho jatte hai.Main jabh bhi unhe dekhta tha toh sochta tha ki kaash mujhe enki fuddi (chut) maarne ka mauka mil jayee.Woh meri mummy ki friend hai aur aksar hamare ghar aati hai, aur mujhse bhi thodi bahut baat kar letti thi.Ik baar unke tv ke settop box main kuch problem thi aur unhonne ne meri mummy ko kaha ki wo mujhe unke. "Oh, fuck, I didn't know is was your dad, Jerry." Still up to your old ways, Brad? Will you ever learn?"Brad looked at his buddies and said, "Come on, guys, let's get the hell out of here."One of his buddies asked who I was and as Brad whispered to the guy all three of the chicken-livered guys jumped in their truck and took off.You see, in this town I was labeled a mental case. I killed a guy when I was a teenager. I'll tell you more on that story later.Millie came running up on the porch and. Needle-like jets of hot water pounded against her nipple as her breasts swung back and forth. She could see by the expression on his face that Frank was aroused. There was no doubt if she lowered her gaze she would see a distinct bulge in his shorts, but she preferred to maintain eye contact with him. His lustful stare only added to her arousal as she rocked back and forth, impaling her body over and over on the toy. It wasn't quite enough to bring her to climax, but it certainly started her.