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almost as much as his own while he rolled the gentile’s pink balls in his hand. He then worked his mouth down to those balls and sucked them individually and together before working his way back to the leaking head and slurping up all that tasty non-kosher precum. Mordecai wanted to make it last, but he was so turned on by what Robert was doing to him and what he was doing to Robert that he could not hold out much longer.
    With one hand on Mordecai’s cock, one finger working its way into Mordecai’s hole, and his tongue working back to the superhero’s plum-sized balls, Robert managed to bring Mordecai over the edge. With a scream that was surely heard in all the adjacent apartments, Mordecai shot a load that splashed his own chin as he continued sucking on the gentile’s cock. Spurt after spurt of his kosher spunk erupted between them before Robert also lost control and shot clear into Mordecai’s mouth. Mordecai hungrily lapped up the treyf (non-kosher) treat and swallowed all he could.
    Robert was satiated, and said, “Damn, that was hot.”
    But, Mordecai didn’t speak. Still hovering over Robert, he started to feel a burning sensation in his gut, then he rolled off the bed onto the floor. He held his stomach and felt a pain like no other he felt before. He started to cry out, then he began to convulse to the horror of Robert who didn’t know what to do.
    “Oh no … what do I do … Oh shit,” Robert whined as he went to put on his jeans and located his cell phone. He was fumbling with it, when he heard a knock at the door. With a flourish, he opened the door, and who was standing there, but Mordecai’s mother.
    Rose looked at Robert who was wearing only a pair of jeans that he had not had a chance to button up then saw Mordecai, naked and crying in pain and convulsing in the middle of the bedroom floor. By now, Mordecai had turned almost red as his blood was starting to boil, and he was sweating profusely. Eighty-four-year-old Rose shoved Robert out of the way and ran to her only son, the son she prayed for, the son who was a gift from God, the son who was dying right in front of her eyes.
    “What did he eat?” she screamed at Robert as she knelt beside Mordecai.
    Robert stood there frozen.
    “What did he eat?” she screamed again. “Say something. He must have eaten something forbidden. What kind of treyf did you feed him? I have to know! My son is dying. What did you feed him?”
    “I … I …” Robert stammered.
    “Answer me!” she screamed as she opened her purse.
    “He … he swallowed my …,”Robert began. “He swallowed my …”
    “ Oy vay ! Just say it. He swallowed your load. Now what did you eat today? Did you have ham? Shell fish? Bird of prey? Answer me, I need to know!” Rose screamed.
    “I … had a ham sandwich for lunch,” Robert answered confused.
    Rose then reached into her purse and pulled out a syringe and a vial with purple liquid in it. While Mordecai continued to convulse on the floor, she drew some of the liquid into the syringe.
    “Get over here and help me hold him down. I need to plunge this into his heart,” Rose bellowed.
    Robert hesitated.
    “Now!” she yelled as he looked right at her.
    At that point, he figured she may be over eighty, but she could still probably kick his ass. Robert hurried over and helped her hold Mordecai, who although in pain and clearly dying, was still stronger than ever. He held the big man’s shoulders while she aimed for his heart with the syringe of purple liquid. She may have been elderly, but her aim was perfect. The syringe went straight into his heart, and she pressed the plunger, releasing the liquid.
    Within seconds, Mordecai quit convulsing. He quieted down, and his skin went from bright red to olive again. His body temperature also started to return to normal.
    “Get me a blanket to cover him up,” Rose said to Robert.
    He pulled a blanket off the bed and handed it to Rose. She covered her son from the waist down