As Louisa's time came closer, the problems became worse. Her husband, Gilberto, didn't know what to do. The nurse and I took over her care but there w...as little we could do. We hadn't the skill to operate or the requisite items to have any hope of success. She went through labor and delivered a boy. She was tired from the labor. She went to sleep and never woke. Gilberto was crazed with grief over the loss of his wife. He left the house and, going into the fields close by, killed himself. I. She was very busty, had a little chub in the stomach, and had a voluptuous ass. That alone made high school students nearly drool and older men look. It made her giggle, to be honest.There was something about Michelle. Men, younger and older took a peek as she bent over. Once upon a time, before Michelle turned into the professional educator dubbed Miss Wilson, she liked for them to look. She invited those looks. She liked to call herself a voyeur jokingly when she’d get those looks.At that. Iwas usually the romantic one but Al surprised me and told me we were goingon a second honeymoon and while on it was going to restate our vows. I wasshocked but delighted and she just about raped me there on the sofa butyou can't rape a willing person.We arrived at our honeymoon destination which was a private island off theFlorida coast and we had a private bungalow. It must have been veryexpensive because Al told me she had to tap into our rather large 401k butshe didn't touch our bank. I said "Dude?". He looked and said "Sorry, we gotta go". We swam back across the quarry. Of course I still had my erection and just put my shorts on.I strapped my shoes and shirt to the luggage rack on my small motorcycle and we headed to my house. As I drove home my erection was practically sticking out of my shorts. I loved riding my motorcycle with as little clothes as possible and had mastered shifting with my barefeet. The warm wind on my my body and feet was erotic and did little to.