I had the ladies sit while I whipped up my specialty French toast. While I was making it I remembered back to Janet's earlier comment about my cooking... compared to her mother's. Not wanting to start a war in my kitchen I decided to let Grace help me fry some bacon while Janet set the table and poured the juice.After breakfast we sat around the table and started planning the big day when Grace's third finger of her left hand, and mine, would get a matching set of gold bands. We made several. As soon as we closed the door I pinned her to the door held her hand and started kissing her. She was getting more passionate and wild. She was also moaning. After a few seconds, I moved my hands towards her navel and then her ass.I started squeezing her ass and kissing her like crazy. We were exchanging each others saliva. Then I moved towards her neck pushed her hair backward. I started kissing and licking her neck and ears. Meanwhile, she was licking my neck like a wild animal.My hands moved. 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. "Come with me. Iwill touch up your makeup and perfume you and lube you before you waiton Sir. You will find that he recovers quickly. Have you everperformed cunnilingus?" No, Madam, I'm sorry." Well, then I shall have to guide you. You won't be the first. Whenyou're done with him, he'll fall asleep. Clean him with your tongue,cover him up and come to me." Yes, Madam."I did myself proud that night, if proud is the right word. It was allquite humiliating, actually, but more than in the past, I.