The grass was powerful, or maybe it had been so long since she had smoke some. He kissed down her neck on one side and moved, kiss by kiss, to the opposite shoulder, then lower and over and lower like a falling leaf, until at last his worshipping mouth drew in the aching nipple of her left breast. In any case it was beginning to make her nice and high. . She inhaled deeply the smoke once more and held it in like an old pro. She might have passed for one of the college kids if she colored the start of gray out of her hair and you didn’t look too close at the laugh lines around her eyes and mouth. Perhaps it was a spirit of passing the touch to a younger group of adults as the next era was beginning. . The motion made her head spin too. Then a slight retreat was followed by a progression of four inches, back two, in three, out one then …
