However, it appears I am on some sort of magical Prozac." True me sweetie, this won't take that long and we will go to the mallfor some retail therapy...." Retail therapy huh, I'm not really a big fan of malls."In, out, grab a book or electronics had always been my MO. Also, stay asfar away from the mall during the holidays."I imagine that might have changed."Walking across the living room, she answered the door. I could hear herAunt's greeting."Where is Erin, let me see her."Standing up, I waved. She told me she is a collector of antique and unique religious artifacts. She said the newest items she has in her collection is from the 10th Century and the newest is 50 years old. She said she started collecting when she was about 5 years old long before she became a nun. She said she grew up, went to school for religious history and studies, got her master's degree and started her career. She worked for various diocese and archdiocese offices and then she went to work for the Vatican. That. I mentioned that I’d like to sit behind home plate ... the bastard put me to work running the speed gun. That freed up the third base coach.The pitcher, a young fella I’d never heard of was blazing ‘em by batter after batter at 90 mph or better when I realized all the kid had was a fastball.I called out to the batter, “Look. He’s throwing the same pitch every time. The ball crosses the plate in the same place over and over. He’s pitching in the low 90’s. Time it.”Two pitches. I was kind of done at this point, so I was getting tighter, stressing as he kept pushing and pushing against me."Listen boy," he said, "you're gonna let me in." He shoved a couple fingers inside, making me yell out, wiggeling under him in discomfort. His finger pushed in and out, widening, stretching my hole. After a couple minutes, he pulled his fingers out, and immediately replaced them with his cock. It barely fit, but he forced his way in inch after inch until he bottomed out, finally.