Started With a Bris, Ended With a Bang

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Michael didn’t seem to be listening.  He was working his hands up and down, reaching inside her bathing suit.  “No really, I’m high. My crazy cousin Zolly, he gave me a joint…”

Michael locked his mouth onto hers, sealing her lips.  Sydney managed to kick the door shut before she sank into his arms.  He lifted her onto the little hall table, pressed her back against the mirror, and working his hand between her legs, he pulled the crotch of her bathing suit to the side. With his other hand he pulled down on his shorts until they dropped around his ankles. Sydney guided him into her.  Damn, he felt good.  Sydney rocked against him, they moved together until she felt enormous spasms run all the way up to her drug-addled brain. When the waves subsided she looked down at their locked bodies. She was still inside her bathing suit, and so was he. Her breasts were pressed between them, pouring out over the black spandex.

“If this is the effect they have on you,” Michael was saying, “I’m all for family gatherings.”

“Shaindy, what are you doing down there? Bring Michael up already; everybody wants to meet him.  He needs to eat something, no? He had such a long drive,” Goldie’s voice rose to its best stage quality. “Special just to see you.”

Michael nuzzled her neck. “Let’s go, I’m ready for whatever they’ve got.”

Sydney called out, “We’re coming, be right up,” and giggled. Michael slapped her butt as they emerged onto the driveway where they stood, glistening and glowing, holding hands, as together they stared up into three sets of speculative, middle-aged, Jewish Mother eyes.

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