My Friend May
May was the cousin of a friend of mine who lived in Edinburgh and usually came to my home town for the odd weekend and summer holidays. She was a truly beautiful girl of sixteen, still at school, fairly tall for her age and had a lovely figure with budding little breasts, longish fair hair and an absolutely devastating smile. I’d seen her a few times but never really paid any attention to her till I was at the local swing park one day when she walked in. The one thing that stood out about May...