I feel his hands reach under my skirt and pleasure washes over me as he grabs my ass and grinds me into his cock. I shamelessly beg him for it, but he... only teases with the flicks of his tongue against my pebbled nipples as his hands rub and knead my cheeks. His hips gyrate into mine and only after what seems to be an eternity does his fingers move to my hips to pull on the ties of my bikini, tugging the fabric from my body and letting it fall to the ground. The friction of his jeans against my. She gave instructions in phone.Finally I reached her home. Closed the gate and then knocked the door. She said why to knock come in. She was sitting on sofa. She invited me.We both were on couch having juice. I was thinking how to start, maybe anyone in the home. She said what you are waiting for let’s start. I kissed her for 5 min.I took her in my arms and she was guiding to bed room, she was on bed, I was on her kissing her neck and biting her ear, she was in night dress, I was squeezing her. ’ Ann grinned, ‘But it has to be done. C’mon, Chris has been there un-defended long enough. Let’s go rescue him.’ This remark made Cassie chuckle and they both entered the room, only to spot Chris knee deep in a group of women. His eyes met theirs, and they could clearly see what was written in them. Although he was uncomfortable, he did not let it show and handled them smoothly. Ann and Cassie made their way to the group. Cassie sidled up to Chris, earning a few glares from the women around. That's how my love for Ida was at that moment. Scholarship or sex. I was still a s*******n-year-old girl. I would have gone any direction in which she pointed me.Ida was not about to let me be. "Sylvia, what do you know about Jewish? "Our Jewish?" "Yeah. us, our family"."Not much about religion at all, Ida. I know like four words of Hebrew and that's from Jewish friends I had growing up. Ruth told me this story, a crazy story, about her parents in Russia who were plotting to overthrow the Czar.