So far, there seemed to be no pattern to the attacks: they were scattered all over the Jewish community. There were a total of 53 untouched synagogs, ...nd there was no way at this point to know which one would be hit next. All we knew for sure was that a synagog was trashed every week, so the perpetrator had a long-term schedule ahead of him/them.The only solution that I could think of was to revitalize my Baker Street Irregulars. I went by the Blumberg restaurant for lunch and snagged Ruth when. But as my hand withdrew, I made contact with her anus and and let my finger linger and press against it. "Oh" she moaned. It was the moan of a woman experiencing a pleasurable touch and I wondered if it was the first time she had her asshole massaged.I started massaging her back, pushing her pajama top up toward her shoulder. Finally she lifted herself up and pulled her top over her head. She was completely naked now. I kissed her for the first time and then let my tongue search out her. The clothes. The"clothes." The clothes are all hot pink. Hot pink fishnet stockings, hotpink fishnet top, and a hot pink "skirt" that's really just a narrowstretchy sash that I'm going to tie tight around me so it hugs my assand lets my fat clamshell pussy stick out the bottom. Oh, and there aremy shoes. Six inch, clear plastic stripper heels. Let's see, I'm 4'11",so with these I'll be... five foot... two? Well at least I'll be tall.Holy fuck. I'm 4'11"? ...I'm 4'11". Goddamn.OK, one last check. I just wasn't expecting that. No one's ever done that before."She looked up, "Really?" She was incredulous. "Never."She crawled back up to me and lay next to me on her side. "I don't think we hang out with the same people." "Probably not, but I really like you." I like you too."We laid there in silence for a while. She put her hand on my shoulder. "Will you trust me for a second?" Okay." Turn away from me."I flipped over. She was now behind me.She put her tongue in my ear and then whispered,.