They really were the best team, and I did root for them. I’m not a Bulls fan, but my team was terrible during the 90’s and the Bulls were amazing....Anyways, this was the World Series so the intensity was magnified exponentially. To add to that, this was game six. The Series stood Red Sox 3 games to Cardinals 2, so either the Series would end tonight with a Red Sox win or would be tied with a Cardinals victory and go to a decisive game 7. I love good sports drama.I was so lost in the game that. “What I really want is right in front of me” I replied while moving forward and quickly closing the distance between us. I put my right arm around her waist and with my left hand I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to me as I leaned in and kissed her hard. My quick actions caught her off guard and had the desired effect. She kissed me back almost immediately. Keeping my left hand wrapped in her hair, I let my right slide down to grip her firm ass, eliciting a gasp. I started walking. It almost felt like a nettle sting, but worse. I rubbed it, it easedthe hurt and in fact rubbing it, well perhaps the best way I candescribe it as, it gave me great satisfaction! In fact it made me feelcuriously funny and weirdly aroused which is absolutely crazy.I glanced over at the plant, I couldn't see anything that might havestung me, though one of the tall hairy stalks was perhaps the obviousculprit as it was somewhere close to where I had been standing. I lookedclosely at it, the weal on. ..down her chest...I sucked on her tit through her dress...and pinched gently at the nipple of her other breast. I could feel that it was erect. We kissed passionately some more...our tongues dancing around each other. I put my hand up under her dress and started rubbing her slit through her panties...She opened her legs a little wider. I could feel them start to get wet. We unclenched for a moment (it was getting hot...remember middle of the day...and it was already in the 80s.) Martha smiled.