It seemed like the day couldn’t possibly get any better, but after a while I ended up working and moving the turkeys around with Camille. We made a ...ood team, and we both acknowledged it. “Hey Zach! Pick up the pace, lazy-bones, we’ve got turkeys to smoke,” she jokingly commented when she noticed me sitting down.“Eh, I’ll consider it. Currently…” I said, going along with the joke, stretching a bit and yawning, “I feel like taking a nap.” I shut my eyes and smiled, knowing she was about to. A voluptuous woman with waist-length black hair was in the garden, picking corn and adding it to a woven basket slung over her left forearm. She wore a broad, bright blue ribbon that pulled back her hair, sandals, and a belt. The latter apparently supported a sheathed knife and a leather holder with a small hand trowel.Vince felt like a voyeur, but the woman was so beautiful that he couldn't tear his eyes away. He was a voyeur. He was afraid to move and cause the woman to rush inside and dress. His eyes focused the milk pouring from her boob. He remembered that her breastmilk was the most important thing in the world to him, and all that he would ever want or need. He closed his eyes, sat up, and grabbed her round soft flesh in his hands. He latched onto her nipple and started to suckle. He gripped his hand around her mammoth breast and began to squeeze to try and get more milk out. His mind was on fire. Part of him was making one final plea to stop, and try to fight, but the milk was. 'He will be back here in three weeks, and by that time we two will be on level footing', I said, 'we will know each other as we did before we lost each other'.He smiled and I swung my legs over the edge of the settee to get up and I wavered, but he was up in a flash and steadied me, we embraced and I kissed him full on the mouth, I wanted to, I needed too, even drawing my tongue across his lips. 'Mmmmmm, you are so fucking delicious', I said, pushing him away and heading for the bottle, for.