I hear a female voice "are you gonna leave some ice for the rest of us" as she chuckles. I turn around and see her in a white tank top visually seeing...the silhouette of her areoles thru her shirt and some really short shorts. She looked absolutely sexy to me. "Its you" I said "Nice boxers" she said, I looked down and forgot I didnt have pants. "I was hot, why are you out so late"I asked."You mean so early" she replied."I guess, I have a wicked headache" I shared"I have something for that" she. Any clues as to how big and what for?”“Not yet, not for a couple of hundred rotations.”“Oh well, nothing for it other than to be patient,” Janta sighed.“Practice your meditation mantra; I’ll alert you for anything important or interesting.”“Base and shipyard,” Mutra finally confirmed after what seemed to be about ten rotations (five minutes) but was actually closer to two hundred.“Getting anything on the ships?” Janta asked, suddenly fully alert.“Passively scanning now. They’re of similar sizes. I felt her wet breasts and stomach against my back. Between the sensation of the water and the warm soap and Sarah, my dick began to wake up.“Sarah, I feel comfortable having you join Keri and me. I really like sex with you, but I don’t know about doing anything with Keri not here.”“Call her.”“Huh?”“Call her. She said that you might not feel right and she said if it was really necessary you should call her.”Being the kind of guy I am, I got out of the shower and hit the button on the speaker. We arrived on time for my 5:45 reservation. We dined extremely well and I drove over to Mass Ave. in plenty of time for the concert at Symphony Hall.We were seated on the aisle at a table in row eight and the usher showed me how to get onto the stage when called. My cue occurred when a huge screen was lowered from above the stage. An interview with Andrea Bocelli was played. I kissed Steffi and stepped into the aisle, from there to side of the stage. Bocelli was asked about young talent to.