Monday morning was the memorial service, to be followed by a lunch at St. Joe’s. The idea I had for Jack’s ashes was to bury him with Grandpa. Ash...es weren’t like a casket. We didn’t need to dig a big hole in the ground. All I needed to do was head up there sometime during the week with a garden trowel. I could dig the turf up, pour in the ashes, and push the turf back down. In a few days nobody would ever be able to tell what I had done. It’s not like we were putting up a memorial or changing. I caned her across the tits and the back and the ass and the backs of her legs. I stopped and put the cane away, turning the Wand up to high and listening to her moan softly. I came up behind her and reached around, mauling her tits roughly. I pinched at her swollen nipples, and kneaded her large breasts firmly, knowing that they were still stinging from the cane.“Who owns these?” I asked her in a growl to hide the tremor that wanted to find its way into my voice.“You do, Master!” she. She then reached for her boyfriend’s right hand and, slowly grinding her pelvis now up against her handsome lover’s body, guided it down to her gaping cunt-slit. It was at this moment when Rick came out of his deep slumber into semi-consciousness, to find his right hand buried in the pink, fleshy folds of his girlfriend’s dripping, super-sensitive snatch. He began to slowly work one cum-slick finger into the inner depths of her ultra-tight twat as he became more alert and began to realize what. “What would you like?” he said, nodding at the menu chalked on the wall across from us.I told him, and he got up to get it for me. While he was standing at the counter I looked him over as carefully as I dared, and thought again what a great body he had. That made me think about our encounter in the campground showers, and I felt my dick stiffening again.When he came back with our coffees we started making small talk, and after a few minutes, I was able to relax, though my boner didn’t subside.