Graciously he stopped and waited for me to recover.No one expected my tears, but Rebecca responded fastest. Correctly guessing that this discussion an... the resolution had torn the scabs off the hurt of losing Beth Ann. Until Rebecca cradled my head against her chest, and said, "Go ahead. Let it out," I didn't realize I was crying.My family – The Bells and Rebecca – rallied around me as I grieved one last time for Beth Ann. When the chef knocked, opened the door, and announced dinner was served,. We never heard back from him for the next couple of days and I relentlessly teased her telling her that she'd scared him off but neither of us had really expected him to accept the offer anyway and eventually we forgot all about it.On the Saturday morning we drove down to the coast and checked into our hotel as planned and spent the day in the town shopping before heading back to the hotel for a few drinks before getting ready to go and eat. After a nice meal we found a quiet bar and settled. I pulled hard on herclit as he did this. My wife’s moan as he started toenter her became a cry as he pushed into her and endedas a shriek as his cock hit her cervix and my tonguestarted swirling her clit.We had worked this out ahead of time. This first guywas to go slow and steady, driving my wife mad. Hestarted a slow rhythm in and out. I matched himsucking her clit like a little cock. After a fewstrokes she wanted more and shook her ass and tried tohump faster, but he and I only. He who had once been a mere fetus was now a grown man and appeared to be about 25. His new, manly form was equipped with unusually large genitals as well, for a variety of reasons. No one would realize that he now possessed powers that would enable him to exact revenge on the people responsible for his murder.What particularly sickened him was that no one seemed to care that he was dead. There was no funeral for him, no burial, and no fate for his former body except a trip to the closest.