. well that is something I’m sure can be worked out with a Rabbi. He could convert, but regardless, since our lineage passes down from the mother, m... grandchildren will be Jews anyway.”Ruth gaped open-mouthed at her mother. Never in a hundred years would she have expected her mother to accept the idea of Tommy so easily.She sat down with her father that same evening and told him the same story. Her father nodded and expressed his fatherly concerns.“He sounds like a good man, Munchkin. Does he. I’ll cook.”My wife nodded, “That’d be great.”We left.The next day Clara was called in for a late night evening. “Can you cancel with Naomi? I’ll have to be at the office late, and I want to reschedule.”“No problem” I said, barely masking my disappointment.When I went to make the call, I couldn’t do it.Instead after my wife left I jumped into the car and headed over to Naomi’s at the scheduled time.She answers the door bell and the smell of food wafted in. It smelled delicious.“Hello!” She said,. "It's a bit sore darling," she said coyly, "I think it might need kissing better."Well, what must a dutiful son do? I kissed it better of course!We drank both bottles of champagne in the bath and went to bed pleasantly drunk and horny. Our lovemaking was slow and tender and we pleased each other before drifting off into an untroubled sleep still wrapped tightly in each other's arms.She heard again from Arnold the following day asking her if she wanted to drive up to the prison with him to. Mike started pounding her wet cunt with furious strokes and as she suspected, she quickly built to an orgasm. She let out a never ending stream of squeals and moans as she came and involuntarily clamped down on his cock with her muscle spasms. That sent him over the edge and he unloaded stream after stream of his hot cum deep into her pussy. He let her down gently, but she was not ready to stand on her own. Mike sat on the bench and lowered her onto his lap and his still hard cock. He lifted.