As in previous summers, I banged nails and hung sheetrock, working for my uncle Albert’s construction company. I was his favorite nephew, my uncle u...ed to say. Not only did he give me a summer job, he was always looking for a ‘nice Jewish girl’ to set me up with—a friend’s daughter or niece, a cousin’s daughter or niece, a friend of a friend’s sister…Well, you get the picture. Unfortunately, none of these worked out for one reason or another, and a few I’d even call disaster dates. So I rolled. "Ron said, "Beth, do you think your kids would enjoy going to watch the game from a Skybox?" I think they would, why?" Well how about if we take four of those tickets off Tom's hand and go to the game? I think your kids would enjoy the game watching it from a Skybox, the food, the sodas and the cheese cake for dessert."Laughingly she said, "I am sure they would, okay let's go."Now Ron who always had a rule that he wouldn't date anyone from work rationalized that there were always exceptions to. I was having lewd thoughts that were out of control. When I looked at a girl, I wanted to feel her, smell her, run my hand through her hair and down her body, all the way down to the moist lips of her pussy.In my religion, it’s considered sinful for a girl to think that way about another girl. When I feel such “unnatural” lust, I am supposed to confess. Who knows how many priests I may have led astray with my thoughts of intense female lovemaking?Anyway, confessing never gave me any. All the while, I kept rubbing her pussy gently, moving my hand in small circles. She whimpered into my mouth as my fingers probed the base of her clit, and I smiled to myself.I kissed down the length of her throat again, and over the top of her flushed chest. I sucked on first one, and then the other nipple. Amy kept her hands on my head, resting them there rather than guiding my motions. When I began to kiss down her taut belly, she tried to stop me.“Paul?”“I want to taste you,” I said.