I look up at you, you slide your body down from my arms and we kiss… together we taste salt water, musk, spices. Time to eat. We walk slowly toward ...the beach and arrive at the cabana wanting to taste everything in sight. Lunch is fabulous. Paté, cheeses, fruit, a delicious, light white wine, nothing is left out. The breads are exotic and tasty. We lie on the blanket on the sand and feed each other, each juicy bite more erotic than the last. Finally, I know what that scene in ‘Tom Jones’ was. I threw open two windows in the room, and then retraced my steps.I told Bridgett what I had found. "He's in the bed. He died there, the way most people did. I can't be certain that it's your son. Do you want to go in?" Yes."I led her back into the house and directly into the room. A cross-draft was moving fresh air into the room through one of the open windows. The boy looked undisturbed by death."It's Gerry," she said. She moved closer to the bed, as if to kiss him, but I pulled her away.. Then when he was ready he reached down and played with her big, sensitive clit to make her cum with him again. She shuddered and writhed shamefully as the forced passion seized her, while he jetted yet more sperm up into her womb, deep inside.He was followed by Mr Clements taking another turn in her. Again it was a long, lazy fuck, gradually, skilfully building her back up, and culminating in her convulsing with the fourth orgasm of the evening.Her morale was dropping. How was she cumming so. I didn't feel she was ready and the events that followed confirmed it. She wanted a bracelet from a jewelry store downtown. We looked at it in the window several times. "Ooh!" she would squeal, "Look at that, Charlie! Buy it for me, please?" She pulled my hand between her generous breasts when she asked, as if, by connecting the feeling of her breasts with the desire for the bracelet she would trigger a generous response from me.I told her I might get it for her one day. I had no intention of.