”Maia inched closer to me and asked, “Is that an invitation for me to chase the moonlight with you?”“You know the song? I'm impressed. It was ...eleased more than a decade before you were born,” I replied.“I love to dance too. Just like the cinnamon girl in the song. Answer my question, Gil. Do you want to chase the moonlight with me?” Maia coyly repeated her question.“As much as I love those lyrics of the song, I'd rather chase after the cinnamon girl under the moonlight. Only, of course, if you. It’s a drag. Imagine, it’s 85 degrees and you’re in a traffic jam on a bridge and the car A/C goes out. You are a 50+ year old fat man. Are you willing to dive into the river under the bridge when you’re not sure how deep the water is? Rivers tend to be shallow here. You won’t live long enough to walk off the bridge. Are you willing to punch a good Samaritan who’s trying to keep you from “suicide” because they don’t understand that if you don’t cool off immediately you will die? Life can be. "Do you feel like having some fun?" What do you mean?" he asked, not dreaming that this beautiful redheaded divorcee would want to fuck with an eighteen-year-old boy."I thought maybe we could entertain each other," she giggled."I still don't know what you mean." I think you know what I mean," she whispered, standing up and resting her hand on his broad bare shoulders. "You should certainly be able to figure out something to do with a woman that's wearing nothing but a negligee.He just stared at. We walked over to my place and got on the elevator,she turned to me and started kissing me I pushed her against the wall and tugged at her panties. We got off on my floor and rushed over to my apartment.Soon as I closed that door we began kissing and I reached under her dress and grabbed her ass “i wanna make up for lost time" I whispered into her ear”hell yeah” she gasped as I squeezed her titties and fingered her warm wet crack.she sat down on my bed and I kissed her and fingered her. I.