I could keep my mindoccupied with other things and the time seemed to pass with ease. Everytime I came across Paul he seemed to be grinning at me stup...dly. When hestarted acting like that, I'd tune him out as best I could. I already hadmore problems than I could handle. Sometimes the way people stared at me,well, it made me feel like a piece of meat; not a good way to feel atall. I almost got confrontational with him, but in the end, I turned onthe power sander and simply ignored him.Finally,. "Let's not stay for dessert." Agreed."TaxiOutside the restaurant, they held hands waiting for a taxi. "I'd like to take you home tonight," she said. "I have a sofa, I have a bedroom. If one ever comes, we can start with a taxi and see how far things go."He agreed. Soon after, they flagged down a taxi and got in. They sat close together in the back. As they started through the night traffic she put her hand to his face. His beard and skin were warm to her palm as she turned him and brought him. " Okay, Ida, but no funny business." I loved her so much, she could have pulled all the funny business she wanted, and she was looking at my boobs hard, but she listened to me. My ass and pussy were so sensitive I could hardly touch myself. "I'm just going to soap your back, dear. I want to talk to you some more about this Jewish stuff that neither of us was raised on."I asked Ida about my great-grandparents, who had somehow gotten themselves out of Russia and over here. "Your great-grandmother. Time almost stood still as I debated for a split second as to what to do. My choice was made as she slightly parted her lips, her tongue tracing along the inside of them. I couldn't help myself as lust took over. I leant in pressing my lips to hers for a long deep kiss, a groan escaping from both our bodies as the passion kicked in.She threw back the covers,inviting me into her bed. Our lips never parted as I made myself comfortable, my hand tracing her jawline as we kissed deeply. A gasp.