“Kenny, you want to see something neat?” he asked with a twinkle in his eye. “Sure.” I said, seemingly having already forgotten what happened ...n the shower. He pulled a cardboard box out from under the bed. It was full of skin magazines. There was Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler and many more. “You can go ahead and look if you like. You don’t tell anybody, and I won’t tell anybody.” He said with a devilish grin. For the next hour we looked through the magazines. Father Myers lay on his bed while I. It was a very erotic moment, with this desirable young woman completely open to me.I turned her and she melted into me, the music and the dance forgotten. She raised her face, eyes closed, to accept a kiss. Our mouths met and mingled wetly, our tongues in a dance of their own. My hands were on her ass now, pulling her against my steely cock.We'd moved so quickly I'd still had no good view of her. I stepped back to rectify that. Oh man what a sight. There's something about youth that's sexy all. It was private only in the sense that it was not open to anyone that walked by, and she assumed that one would not approach without being invited. However, she had hoped for something a little more traditional, such as something indoors."Well, it will have to do," Sirinna said, noticing Amanda's reaction."No, it's fine. Sorry, Sirinna, don't mind me, it's been a really trying day." It's all right, I understand." Sirinna did not actually completely understand, but she truly wished things to be. Northern Sweden, probably. Or Minnesota.OK, so it wasn't actually snowing at Shea, but you get the idea.But it was, apparently, even colder for the Mets than it was for us, and our starter, Rob Murray, was holding them down pretty good. Rob wasn't fast anymore, but he was canny as hell, and taking the weather into account, he pitched almost everybody tight and sawed the bats off in their cold, cold hands. Murray was still hanging in after six and we had a 4-3 lead.Leading off in our seventh,.