She kept sucking until I stopped twitching and started to go soft.
My head was still swimming as May took me by the hand and pulled me, weak-legged, into her house and up to her bedroom.
There she removed her bathing suit and lay down on the bed, pulling me with her.
When I came over to hang out with her son, she would often be out on the deck tanning in the sun.
She was about 40 years old that summer, but if I didn’t know that I would have guessed that she was in her late 20s.
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