Plus, no matter how hard I try, he had no interest in style, or what clothes he wears. In short, while he hates it, he has resigned himself to the fac...t that he is a geek.After I finished undressing, I looked in the mirror and had to admit, with no vanity intended, that I still look pretty damn good for a woman in her thirties. My hair was still its natural blonde color, and my eyes were still as blue… and fortunately my face hadn’t started showing the cracks and lines that the stress of Paul’s. All through the spring both the weekly Sentinel and the Washington dailies had run stories about the railroad to Point of Rocks, the branch of the B&O that was going to bisect Montgomery County and, according to the pundits, open up the scrubby waste land to cultivation and the flourishing markets of Baltimore to industrious farmers. Several promised dates for the completion of the much-anticipated line had passed by the time summer arrived with a drumroll flourish of thunderstorms. Soon fields. "Does your daughter need to nurse, Cindy, before we do anything else?" I asked."No," the young blonde mother answered, "I fed her before we went to the grocery. You can have as much of my milk as you want," Cindy said as she cupped her left breast, lifting it and offering me her nipple to suckle. I leaned over Cindy's prone naked body, locked my lips over her perky full nipple and started suckling like I was a baby, too. In my haste to fuck Cindy there in the kitchen, it had completely slipped. I thought about this while I got my thoughts together. As I pictured the two of them together in their parents home...I didn't know what to think. My cock told me what to think. It was standing up hard. Linda saw that and smiled.I stammered, "Well...uh...well...how long has it been over Baby?" She looked at me and said, "It's not over. Do you remember when Gary came to visit last year?" I nodded my head. "We fucked every time you were gone to work. We fucked all day long. The day.