Outside my window the lightning show was spectacular, so it wasn’t all bad, just delaying. Behind me sat a bunch of campaign aids, pollsters, Secret...Service Agents and a smattering of crew to care for the plane.Because we were rather comfortably ahead, the press had lost interest in the Vice Presidential candidate. The only reporter on board this night was Summer Steel because she went everywhere I went except the men’s room. I was certain that she would have been happy to accompany me even. My problem with Linda increased. Not only was she drop-dead beautiful, she was also intelligent. All I had met were airhead women in the last year. Linda was so different. She was equally comfortable discussing world events, politics and philosophies of life. Her eclectic taste in music resulted in jazz, oldies and even some country and western to coming over the boats sound system. To my surprise, I learned she was 52 and they had been married for a long time.By mid afternoon, it was hot and. When we got home we cleaned the house from top to bottom; we dusted every nook and cranny there was. I even changed the heater filters, putting in the latest kind that removed everything; mold spores, lint, and pollen, fine dust – everything!The girls made up the cribs; each boy was going to have his own. One my mom gave us; it had been Jake's, then mine. The other had been Jenny's. We bought completely new mattresses, side bumpers and linens for them.There were boxes of sterilizers, baby. The he moved between the boy’s thighs, leaned into him, and took his lips in a deep kiss. Sighing, Ian leaned back, his shoulder blades pressing into the cinderblock wall behind the training table. Sergio, slipping off his own jersey and pushing his shorts, jock, and cup to the floor, leaned his torso into Ian’s, maintaining the lip lock.Ian raised his legs, his ankles hooking on Sergio’s shoulders. Sergio put the bulb of his cock in place, and Ian pulled out of the kiss, turned his head, and.